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THE 


CHURCH-BOO 

OF  THE 

WOODLAND  PRESBYTERIAN  CHURCH, 

PHILADELPHIA. 

CONTAINING 

THE  CUSTOMARY  ORDER  OF  PUBLIC  WORSHIP 

AND   OF  THE 

MINISTRATION  OF  THE  SACRAMENTS, 

TOGETHER  WITH 


A    HYMNAL. 


NEW    YORK: 
D.     APPLETON     &     CO., 

i,  3,  and  5  Bond  Street. 
1884. 


Copyright,  1883,  1884, 
Bv   D.    APPLETON    &    COMPANY. 


.  V    ACKNOWLEDGMENTS  and  thanks    are    hereby 
tendered ,  — 

To  Messrs.  Oliver  Ditson  &  Co.,  proprietors  of  the  copyright 
tunes  of  the  late  Dr.  Lowell  Mason; 

To    Messrs.    Biglow    &    Main,    proprietors   of    the   copyright 
tunes  of  the  late  Mr.  William  B.  Bradbury; 

To  the  Editors  of  "  Hymns  and  Songs  of   Praise " ; 

To  the  Editor  of  "The  Hymnal  with  Tunes  Old  and  New"; 

And  to  the  Rev.  Edwin  Pond  Parker,  of  Hartford; 

for    privileges    conceded    to    the    editor    of  this    book. 

Also  to  Professor  F.  W.  Bird,  of  Lehigh  University,  Penn. ; 
To  Theodore  F.  Seward,  Esq.,  of  New  York ; 
And  to  B.  P.  Learned,  Esq.,  of  Norwich,  Conn.; 
for  counsel  and  aid. 

*#*  The  name  of  author  prefixed  to  a  hymn  in  this  book  is  not  to  be  taken 
as  implying  that  the  hymn  is  in  the  exact  form  in  which  the  author  wrote  it. 
Readings  already  in  habitual  use  in  public  worship  have  generally  been  retained. 


THE    CUSTOMARY    ORDER 


MORNING    WORSHIP 


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MORNING    WORSHIP. 


THEN,  all  reverently  bowing  down,  a  Prayer  of  Confession  and 
Invocation   is   said   by  the   minister;    and  the  minister  and  the 
people  say  together  The  Lord's  Prayer,  as  follows  : 

Our  Father  who  art  in  heaven, 
Hallowed  be  thy  name  ; 
Thy  kingdom  come  ; 

Thy  will  be  done  on  earth  as  it  is  in  heaven. 
Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread ; 
And  forgive  us  our  debts  as  we  forgive  our  debtors. 
And  lead  us  not  into  temptation, 
But  deliver  us  from  evil. 

For  thine  is  the  kingdom  and  the  power  and  the  glory, 
forever.    Amen. 

And  this  is  followed  by  a  Sentence  out  of  the  promises  of  the  Holy 
Scriptures  to  the  penitent  and  believing. 

THEN,  the  minister  having  read  from  one  of  the  Invitations  to 
Praise  contained  in  the  Psalms  or  other  Scriptures,  the  people 
stand  up  and  sing  together  one  of  the  Selections  for  Chanting, 
or  a  Hymn. 

A  PORTION  of   Scripture  of  the  Old  Testament  is  then  read 
[and  if  there  is  to  be  an  Anthem,  it  is  here  sung  by  a  Choir,  the 
words  of  it  having  first  been  announced  by  the  minister]. 

Then  is  read  a  portion  of  Scripture  of  the  New  Testament,  after 
which  the  people  stand  up  and  sing  a  Hymn. 

THEN,  after  mention  has  been  made  (if  needful)  of  special  occasions 
or  requests  for  the  prayers  of  the  Church,  the  people  reverently 
bowing  down,  Prayer  is  offered  up ;  and  after  prayer  The  Weekly 
Offering  of  Alms  is  made ;  and  a  Hymn  is  sung  by  all  the  people, 
standing. 

A  SERMON   is  then  preached  ;   which  is  followed  by  Prayer  for  a 
blessing  on  the  word.    And  the  people  stand  up  and  sing  a  Hymn 
together;  and  are  dismissed  with  a  scriptural  Benediction. 


THE    CUSTOMARY    ORDER 


EVENING    WORSHIP 


THE  congregation  being  assembled,  at  the  hour  of  worship,  the 
minister  reads,  out  of  a  Psalm  or  other  Scripture,  the  Invitation 
to  Worship  ;  whereupon  the  people,  all  standing  up,  sing  together  one 
of  the  Selections  for  Chanting,  or  a  Hymn. 

A  PORTION  of  Scripture  of  the  Old  Testament  is  then  read 
[and  if  there  is  to  be  an  Anthem,  it  is  here  sung  by  a  Choir,  the 
words  of  it  having  first  been  announced  by  the  minister], 

Then  is  read  a  portion  of  Scripture  of  the  New  Testament,  after 
which  the  people  stand  up  and  sing  a  Hymn. 


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HEN,  the  congregation  reverently  bowing  down,  Prayer  is  offered 
up;  and  another  Hymn  is  sung  by  the  people,  standing. 


A  SERMON,  or  briefer  discourse,  is  then  preached  ;  which  is  followed 
by  Prayer  for  a  blessing  on  the  word.  And  the  people  stand 
up  and  sing  a  Hymn  together ;  and  are  dismissed  with  a  scriptural 
Benediction. 


THE    CUSTOMARY    ORDER 


MINISTRATION    OF    BAPTISM 


AFTER  the  singing  of  the  Doxology,  at  the  beginning  of  Morning 
^~\  Worship,  the  candidates  for  Baptism  being  present  near  the  Laver, 
a  Prayer  of  Confession  and  Invocation  is  offered  up  ;  and  the  people 
say  together  The  Lord's  Prayer. 

THEN  the  minister  gives  some  Words  of  Instruction  concerning 
the  meaning  of  the  service,  and  invites  all  present,  standing  up,  to 
make  together  the  Profession  of  the  Christian  Faith,  in  these 
words  : 

I  believe  in  God  the  Father  almighty, 
Maker  of  heaven  and  earth. 

And  in  Jesus  Christ  his  only  Son,  our  Lord ; 

Who  was  conceived  by  the  Holy  Ghost, 

Born  of  the  Virgin  Mary, 

Suffered  under  Pontius  Pilate, 

Was  crucified,  dead  and  buried ; 

The  third  day  he  rose  again  from  the  dead, 

He  ascended  into  heaven, 

And  sitteth  at  the  right  hand  of  God  the  Father  al- 
mighty, 

From  thence  he  shall  come  to  judge  the  quick  and  the 
dead. 


MIXISTRATION    OF   BAPTISM. 


I  believe  in  the  Holy  Ghost ; 
The  holy  catholic  church,  the  communion  of  saints ; 
The  forgiveness  of  sins ; 
The  resurrection  of  the  body ; 
And  the  life  everlasting.     Amen. 

THE  people  being  seated,  the  minister  receives  the  candidates,  one  by- 
one,  and  baptizes  them  with  water,  calling  each  one  by  name  and 
saying: 

/  baptize  thee  into  the  name  of  the  Father,  and  of  the  Son, 
and  of  the  Holy  Ghost.     Amen. 


.    And  then  he  invokes  upon  them  all  this  Benediction  : 

The  Lord  bless  you  and  keep  yon  ; 

The  Lord  make  J  lis  face  to  shine  upon  you,  and  be  gracious 

unto  you  ; 
The  Lord  lift  up  his  countenance  upon  you,  and  give  you 

peace. 

THEN  follow  the  Sentence,  the  Invitation,  the  Selection  for 
Chanting,   and    so   on,   as   in   the   customary  order  of  Morning 
Worship. 


THE    CUSTOMARY    ORDER 


MINISTRATION   OF  THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 


1  T  7"HEN  the  Communion  of  the  Lord's  Supper  is  to  be  observed  at 
*  »  Morning  Worship  on  the  Lord's  Day,  the  service  is  begun  by 
the  singing  of  a  Doxology,  followed,  in  the  usual  order,  by  a  Prayer 
of  Confession  and  Invocation,  and  by  The  Lord's  Prayer,  said 
together  by  the  people,  and  by  a  Sentence  from  the  promises  of  the 
Holy  Scriptures. 

THEN  an  Invitation  to  Thanksgiving  is  read  out  of  the  Script- 
ures ;  and  the  people,  standing  up,  sing  together  the  Hymn,  "  Glory  be 
to  God  on  high"  (Selection  II),  or  "We  praise  thee,  O  God"  (Selection 
XII),  or  some  other  suitable  hymn. 


THEN  The  Ten   Commandments  are  read  in  the  hearing  of  the 
people ;    and  before  the   First   Commandment   may  be    sung  this 
Sentence : 


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Lord,  have  mer-cy     up  -  on      us  ;  and  write  all  these  thy 


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A  PORTION  of  Scripture  of  the  New  Testament  is  then  read 
by  the  minister,  who  adds  thereto  an  Address  of  invitation, 
instruction,  encouragement  or  warning,  as  may  be  needed  ;  and  at  the 
end  invites  all  present,  standing  up  together,  to  make  the  Profession 
of  the  Christian  Faith,  thus  : 

I  believe  in  God  the  Father  almighty, 
Maker  of  heaven  and  earth. 

And  in  Jesus  Christ,  his  only  Son,  our  Lord  ; 

Who  was  conceived  by  the  Holy  Ghost, 

Born  of  the  Virgin  Mary, 

Suffered  under  Pontius  Pilate, 

Was  crucified,  dead  and  buried  ; 

The  third  day  he  rose  again  from  the  dead, 

He  ascended  into  heaven, 

And  sitteth  at  the  right  hand  of  God  the  Father  al- 
mighty, 

From  thence  he  shall  come  to  judge  the  quick  and  the 
dead. 

I  believe  in  the  Holy  Ghost ; 
The  holy  catholic  church,  the  communion  of  saints  ; 
The  forgiveness  of  sins ; 
The  resurrection  of  the  body ; 
And  the  life  everlasting.     Amen. 

HEN  the  Weekly   Offering  of  Alms  is  made,  and  a  Hymn  is 
sung  by  all  the  people,  standing. 


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io  MINISTRATION    OF    THE    LORD'S    SUPPER. 

THEN  follows  The  Lord's  Supper,  according  to  the  order  in  which 
the  same  was  instituted  by  our  Lord  Jesus   Christ,  as  we   have 
received  of  him  through  his  apostles,  in 

The  Blessing,  and  Breaking  and  Ministering  of  the  Bread ; 
The  Thanksgiving,  and  Ministering  of  the  Cup. 

THEN,  all  bowing  down,  is  offered  up  the  Prayer  of  Communion, 
for  all  Christ's  faithful  people,  throughout  the  world. 
And  following  the  example  of  our  Lord  and  his  disciples  before  they 
went  out  from  the  place  of  the  Supper,  a  Hymn  is  sung;   after  which 
the  people  are  dismissed  with  this  Benediction  : 

The  God  of  peace,  that  brought  again  from  the  dead  our  Lord 
Jesus,  that  great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep,  through  the  blood  of  the 
everlasting  covenant,  make  you  perfect  in  every  good  work  to  do 
his  will,  working  in  you  that  which  is  well-pleasing  in  his  sight, 
through  Jesus  Christ ;  to  whom  be  glory  for  ever  and  ever. 
Amen. 


II 


THE    CUSTOMARY    ORDER 

OF 

RECEIVING   BAPTIZED   PERSONS  INTO 
FULL   COMMUNION. 


WHEN,  at  the  time  of  celebrating  the  Lord's  Supper,  there  are 
present  those  who,  having  taken  counsel  with  the  pastor  of  the 
church  and  being  approved  by  the  elders,  are  about  to  come  for  the  first 
time  to  the  communion  ;  or  those  who  having  formerly  been  in  the 
fellowship  of  other  congregations  are  to  be  received  to  the  special 
fellowship  of  this  church,  the  minister,  at  the  close  of  the  Address,  may 
announce  their  names,  and  bid  them  welcome,  and  invite  them,  rising  up 
with  the  rest  of  the  church,  to  join  in  the  Confession  of  the  Chris- 
tian Faith. 


AND  after  the  Benediction,  it  is  right  and  becoming  that  members  of 
I-  the  church,  and  especially  ministers  and  elders,  should  take  oppor- 
tunity to  give  greeting  and  the  right  hand  of  fellowship  to  the  new 
members. 


TABLE   OF   CONTENTS. 


SELECTIONS    FOR    CHANTING Pages  i-xxiv 

VERSIONS   OF   PSALMS Hymns     1-98 

HYMNS  OF  WORSHIP 99"253 

Praise  to  God  :   99-142 ;  see  also  1-98. 

for  his  Attributes  :  109-118  ;  24,  25,  55,  56,  68,  75,  93. 

for  his  Works  of  Nature  and  Providence  :  119-137  ;  12,  23,  46,  54, 

61-64,  94-98. 
for  his  Word  :  138,  139  ;  10-14,  30,  79-81. 
for  his  Salvation  :  140-142  ;  47,  50,  69-71.     See  also  317-325. 

Praise  to  Christ  :  143-147.     See  also  281-307,  326-329. 
for  his  Characters  and  Offices  :  148-166. 
for  his  Incarnation  :  167-174;  65. 
for  his  Life  :  175-180. 
for  his  Sufferings  and  Death  :  181-203. 
for  his  Resurrection  :  204-209. 
for  his  Ascension  :  210-213  5  9- 
for  his  heavenly  Glory  :  214-222. 
for  his  Intercession  :  223,  224. 

for  his  Coming  Kingdom  and  Judgment:  225-234  ;  29,  48,  49,  64. 
for  his  Atonement :  235-240. 

Praise  to  the  Holy  Spirit  :   241-253. 

HYMNS   OF  CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE 254-412 

Hymns  of  Godly  Sorrow  :  254-256 ;  4,  6,  34-37,  87,  88. 
of  Repentance:  257-280;  13,  22. 
of  Faith  :  281-307  ;  15-18,  20,  21,  38-40,  57,  58,  82. 
of  Assurance  :  308-316  ;  5,  85. 
of  Gratitude  :  317-325  ;  26,  47,  50,  72-74. 
of  Love  :  326-329. 
of  Zeal  and  Courage  :  330-346. 
of  Aspiration  and  Consecration  :  347-367. 


TABLE    OF  CONTENTS. 


Hymns  of  Holy  Fear:  368,  369;  24. 

of  Resignation  and  Comfort :  370-383. 

of  Joy :  384-386. 

of  Hope  :  387-412  ;  7,  8,  86,  92. 

HYMNS  OF   FELLOWSHIP 413-465 

Hymns  of  Communion  with  all  Saints  :  413-432 ;  90,  91. 
of  Love  to  the  Children  of  the  Church :  433-435. 
of  Delight  in  the  Lord's  Day  and  House  :  436-442  ;  see  also  204- 

209  ;  3,  19,  27,  42,  51,  53,  59,  60,  66,  67,  76-78,  83,  84,  89. 
of  Joy  in  the  Triumph  of  the  Church  :  443-456  ;  30-33. 
of  Desire  for  the  Salvation  of  Men  :  457-465. 

HYMNS  FOR  TIMES  AND    OCCASIONS 466-522 

Hymns  for  Public  Thanksgiving  :  466-471 ;  28,  44  ;  see  also  1 19-13 7. 
for  Morning  :  472-474  I  3,  4*.  42. 
for  Evening  :  475-492  ;  2. 

for  Opening  of  Worship  :  see  99-142  ;  143-166  ;  204-209  ;  436-442. 
for  Close  of  Worship  :  493-500. 

for  Baptism :  see  99-108 :   235-240;  241-253;  347-367;  413-435. 
for  the  Lord's  Supper  :  501-515  ;  76-78  ;  181-203  ;  235-240. 
for  Christian  Burial :    516-518;    see  281-307;   370-383;  387-412; 

413-432. 
for  the  Close  of  the  Year  :  519-522  ;  55,  56  ;  68  ;  495. 
for  Missionary  Meetings  :  225-230  ;  413-432  ;  443-456  ;  29,  48,  49,  86. 
for  Charitable  Collections  :  123  ;  330-367. 
for  Ordinations :  241-253;  413-432;  91. 
for  Church  Dedications :  436-442 ;  77,  83,  89,  91. 


INDEXES. 

I.  Alphabetical  Index  of  First  Lines Pages  409-419 

II.  Index  of  Authors  and  their  Hymns 420-422 

III.  Index  of  Composers  and  their  Tunes 423-424 

IV.  Alphabetical  Index  of  Tunes 425-428 

V.  Metrical  Index  of  Tunes  and  Hymns 429~437 


Selections  for  Chanting. 


No.  1. 


SELECTION    I. 
Thy  Mercy,  O  Lord.— Psalm  xxxvi.  5,  7-9. 


P.  Humphreys. 


HHHY    mercy,  O  Lord,  is  |  in  the  |  heavens; 

-1-     And  thy  faithfulness  |  reacheth  |  unto  the  |  clouds. 

How  excellent  is  thy  loving-  |  kindness,  . .  O  |  God  ! 

Therefore  the  children  of  men  put  their  trust'  under  the 
shadow  I  of  thy  |  wings. 

They  shall  be  abundantly  satisfied'  with  the  fatness  |  of  thy 
house, 
And  thou  shalt  make  them  drink  of  the  |  river  |  of  thy 
pleasures. 
For  with  thee  is  the  |  fountain  of  |  life ; 
In  thy  I  light  shall  |  we  see  |  light. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  \  to  the  \  Son, 

And  I  to  the  \  Holy  \  Ghost ; 
As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  \  ever  \  shall  be> 

World  I  without  I  end.     A-\  men. 


No. 

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No.  4. 


L.  Mason. 


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No.  3 


11 


SELECTIONS  FOR    CHANTING. 


No.  1. 


SELECTION     II. 

Gloria  in  Excelsis. 


Old  Chant. 


p  LORY  be  to  |  God  on  |  high, 

^-*"  And  on  earth  |  peace,  good  |  will  toward  |  men ; 

We  praise  thee,  we  bless  thee,  we  |  worship  |  thee, 

We  glorify  thee,  we  give  thanks  to  |  thee  for  |  thy  great 
glory. 


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O  Lord  God,  |  heavenly  |  King, 

God  the  |  Father  |  Al-  |  mighty. 

O  Lord,  the  only-begotten  Son,  I  Jesus  |  Christ. 

O  Lord  God,  Lamb  of  |  God,  Son  |  of  the  |  Father ; 


No.  2. 


No.  3. 


Dr.  Crotch. 


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SELECTIONS   FOR    CHANTING. 


Ill 


No.  1, 


That  takest  away  the  |  sins  . .  of  the  |  world, 
Have  mercy  |  upon  |  us.* 

Thou  that  takest  away  the  |  sins  . .  of  the  [  world, 
Re-  |  ceive  our  |  prayer. 

Thou  that  sittest  at  the  right  hand  of  |  God  the  |  Father, 
Have  mercy  J  upon  |  us. 


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For  thou  |  only  art  |  holy, 

Thou  |  only  |  art  the  |  Lord. 

Thou  only,  O  Christ,  with  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost, 

Art  most  high  in  the  |  glory  of  |  God  the  |  Father.   Amen. 


No.  3. 


Front  Reinagle. 


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error  is  purposely  omitted  in  this  edition  of  the  Gloria  in  Excelsis. 


IV 


SELECTIONS   FOR    CHANTING. 


SELECTION    III. 


Venite,  Exultemus. — Psalm  xcv.  1-7  ;  xcvi.  9,  13. 


No.  1. 


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/^\    COME,   let  us  sing  un-  |  to  the  |  Lord, 
^  Let  us  heartily  rejoice  in  the  |  strength  of  |  our  sal- 1  vation, 
Let  us  come  before  his  presence  |  with  thanks-  |  giving, 
And  show  ourselves  |  glad  in  |  him  with  |  psalms. 

For  the  Lord  is  a  |  great  —  |  God, 

And  a  great  |  King  a-  |  bove  all  |  gods. 
In  his  hand  are  all  the  corners  |  of  the  |  earth, 

And  the  strength  of  the  |  hills  is  |  his  —  |  also. 

The  sea  is  his,  and  |  he  —  |  made  it, 

And  his  hands  pre-  |  par'd  the  |  dry  —  |  land. 

O  come,  let  us  worship  and  |  fall —  |  down, 

And  kneel  be-  I  fore  the  I  Lord  our  I  Maker. 


Lord  our  I  God, 

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For  he  is  the 

And  we  are  the  people  of  his  pasture/  and  the  |  sheep  of 
his —  I  hand. 
O  worship  the  Lord  in  the  |  beauty  of  |  holiness ; 

Let  the  whole  earth  |  stand  in  I  awe  of  I  him. 


To  the  latter  half  of  the  chant. 

For  he  cometh,  for  he  cometh  to  |  judge  the  |  earth, 

With  righteousness  shall  he  judge   the  world',  and  the 
people  I  with  his  |  truth. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  \  to  the  \  Son, 

And  I  to  the  \  Holy  \  Ghost ; 
As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  \  ever  \  shall  be, 

World  I  without  \  end.    A-  \  men. 


SELECTIONS   FOR    CHANTING. 


No.  2 


No.  3. 


Randall. 


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No.  4. 


W.  Crotch. 


H.  Smart. 


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VI 


SELECTIONS   FOR    CHANTING. 


SELECTION    IV. 

Jubilate    Deo.— Psalm  c. 


No.  1. 

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I      |        J  l—j -T-j                II 

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s^-4L-# j 1 — n h -j. —  «-  -j <s> 

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/^    BE   joyful  in  the  Lord,  |  all  ye  |  lands  ; 
^-^  Serve  the  |  Lord  with  |  gladness, 

And  come  before  his  |  presence  |  with  a  |  song. 

Be  ye  sure  that  the  Lord  |  he  is  j  God ; 

It  is  he  that  hath  made  us,  and  not  |  we  our-  |  selves ; 
We  are  his  people  and  the  |  sheep  of  |  his  —  |  pasture. 

O  go  your  way  into  his  j  gates  with  . .  thanks-  |  giving, 
And  into  his  |  courts  with  |  praise  ; 
Be  thankful  unto  him  and  |  speak  good  |  of  his  |  name. 

For  the  |  Lord  is  |  gracious, 

His  mercy  is  |  ever-  |  lasting, 

And  his  truth  endureth  from  gener- 1  ation  to  |  gener-  |  ation. 

Glory  |  be  .  .to  the  \  Father, 
And  |  to  the  \  Son, 
And  \  to  the  \  Holy  \  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  |  in  the .  .be-  \  ginning. 
Is  now,  and  \  ever  \  shall  be, 
World  |  without  \  end.     A-  \  men. 

No.  2. 


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SELECTIONS  FOR    CHANTING. 


vn 


No.  3 


No.  4. 

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SELECTIONS   FOR    CHANTING. 


SELECTION    V. 


No.  1. 


Arise,  O  Lord. — Psalm  cxxxii.  8,  9,  14-17. 

1 


7.  Turle. 


A  RISE,  O  Lord,  |  into  thy  |  rest ; 
■Jz^-  Thou  and  the  |  ark  of  |  thy  —  |  strength ; 

Let  thy  priests  be  |  cloth'd  with  |  righteousness, 
And  let  thy  |  saints  —  |  shout  for  |  jo}7. 

For  the  Lord  hath  |  chosen  |  Zion, 

He  hath  desired  it  |  for  his  |  habit- 1  ation ; 

This  is  my  |  rest  for-  |  ever ; 

Here  will  I  dwell ;  for  I  |  have  a  ..  de- 1  light  there- 1  in. 

I  will  abundantly  |  bless  ..  her  pro-  |  vision, 
I  will  I  satis- ..  fy  her  |  poor  with  |  bread ; 

I  will  also  clothe  her  |  priests  with  ..  sal-  |  vation, 
And  her  saints  shall  |  shout  a- 1  loud  for  |  joy. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  \  to  the  \  Son, 
And\  to  the  \  Holy  \  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  \  ever  \  shall  be, 
World  I  without  I  end.     A- 1  men. 


No.  2. 

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SELECTIONS   FOR    CHANTING. 


IX 


I     i     I 


No.  6. 

I 


H.  Lawes. 


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SELECTIONS   FOR    CHANTING. 


SELECTION    VI. 

God  is  our  Refuge. — Psalm  xlvi.  1-5,  7. 

No.   1.  From  Martin  Luther. 


C^  OD    is  our  I  refuge  and  |  strength, 
^~*  A  very  |  present  |  help  in  |  trouble. 

Therefore  will  not  we  fear,  tho'  the  |  earth  ..  be  re-  |  moved, 
And  tho'  the  mountains  be  carried  into  the  |  midst —  |  of 
the  I  sea. 

Tho'  the  waters  thereof  |  roar.,  and  be  |  troubled, 

Tho'  the  mountains  |  shake  ..  with  the  |  swelling  there- 1  of. 

There  is  a  river'  the  streams  whereof  shall  make  glad  the  |  city 
of  I  God, 
The  holy  place  of  the  tabernacles  |  of  the  |  most —  |  High. 

God  is  in  the  midst  of  her ;  she  shall  |  not  be  |  moved ; 

God  shall  I  help  her ..  and  |  that  right  |  early. 
The  Lord  of  |  hosts  is  |  with  us : 

The  God  of  |  Jacob  |  is  our  |  refuge. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  \  to  the  \  Son, 
And  I  to  the  \  Holy  \  Ghost ; 

As  it  was-  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  \  ever  \  shall  be, 
World  I  without  I  end.    A-  I  men. 


No.  2. 


From  Beethoven. 


SELECTIONS   FOR    CHANTING. 


XI 


No.  3. 


Dr.  Garrett. 


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No.  4. 


y.  Troutbeck. 


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No.  5. 


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No.  6. 


7.  r«r/*. 


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No.  7. 


J.  Barnby. 


Xll 


SELECTIONS   FOR    CHANTING. 


SELECTION    VII. 

I  will  lift  up  mine  Eyes. — Psalm  cxxi. 


No.  1. 


Gregorian. 


T    WILL    lift  up  mine  eyes  unto  the  hills/  from  whence  | 
-1-         cometh  my  |  help. 

My  help  cometh  from  the  Lord'  which  |  made —  |  heav'n 
and  [  earth. 

He  will  not  suffer  thy  foot  to  be  mov'd';  he  that  keepeth  thee  | 
will  not  |  slumber. 
Behold  he  that  keepeth  Israel'  shall  |  neither  |  slumber  .. 
nor  |  sleep. 

The  Lord  is  thy  keeper';   the  Lord  is  thy  shade  upon  thy  | 
right  —  |  hand. 
The  sun  shall  not  smite  thee  by  day',  |  nor  the  |  moon  by  | 
night. 

The  Lord  shall  preserve  thee  from  all  evil';    he  shall  pre-  | 
serve  thy  |  soul. 
The  Lord  shall  preserve  thy  going  out  and  thy  coming 
in'  from  this  time  forth  and  |  ev'n  for- 1  ever- 1  more. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  \  to  the  \  Son, 

And  |  to  the  \  Holy  \  Ghost ; 
As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  \  ever  \  shall  be, 

World  |  without  \  end.     A-  \  men. 

No.  2. 


SELECTIONS   FOR    CHANTING. 


Xlll 


No.  3. 


No.  4. 


From  Beethoven. 


No.  5. 

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No.  6. 


M.  Camidge. 


No.  7. 


Soaper. 


No.  8. 

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SELECTIONS   FOR    CHANTING. 


SELECTION    VIII. 


Bless  the  Lord,  O  my  Soul. — Psalm  ciii.  1-4,  8-1 1. 

NO.   1 .  E.J.  Hopkins. 


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"OLESS    the  Lord,  [  O  my  |  soul, 

-*-*  And  all  that  is  within  me,  |  bless  his  |  holy  |  name ; 

Bless  the  Lord,  |  O  my  |  soul, 

And  for- 1  get  not  |  all  his  |  benefits. 

Who  forgiveth  |  all  thy  |  sin, 

Who  I  healeth  |  all ..  thy  dis-  [  eases ; 
Who  redeemeth  thy  |  life  ..  from  de- 1  struction, 

And    crowneth    thee   with  |  mercy ..  and  |  loving-  |  kind- 
ness. 

The  Lord  is  |  merciful ..  and  |  gracious, 

Slow  to  I  anger.,  and  |  plenteous  ..in  |  mercy. 

He  will  not  |  always  |  chide, 

Neither  will  he  |  keep  his  |  anger.,  for-  |  ever. 

He  hath  not  dealt  with  us  |  after  our  |  sins, 

Nor  rewarded  us  ac- 1  cording  to  |  our  in- 1  iquities ; 

For  as  the  heaven  is  high  a- 1  bove  the  |  earth, 

So  great  is  his  mercy  |  to  -  ward  |  them  that  |  fear  him. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  \  to  the  \  Son, 

And  I  to  the  \  Holy  \  Ghost ; 
As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  \  ever  \  shall  be, 

World  J  without  \  end.    A-  \  men. 


No.  2. 

4- 


R.  P.  Goodenough. 


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SELECTIONS   FOR    CHANTING. 


XV 


No.  3. 


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No.  4. 


W.  H.  Havergal. 


No.  5. 


J.  Turle. 


ipmpeiim^isg^ 


No.  6. 

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r=EHPF3f=H|   -f^Hi 

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No.  7. 

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Hawes. 

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y.  Robinson. 


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SELECTIONS   FOR    CHANTING. 


No.  1. 


SELECTION    IX. 
Blessed  is  He. — Psalm  xxxii.  i,  2,  5-7,  10,  11. 


Propert. 


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TDLESSED   is  he  whose  transgression  |  is  for-|  given, 
■*-*  Whose  |  sin  —  |  is  —  |  cover'd. 

Blessed  is  the  man'  unto  whom  the  Lord  imputeth  |  not  in-  | 
iquity, 
And  in  whose  |  spirit  there  |  is  no  |  guile. 

I  acknowledge  my  sin  |  unto  |  thee, 

And  mine  iniquity  |  have  I  |  not —  |  hid. 
I  said',  I  will  confess  my  transgressions  |  unto  the  |  Lord ; 

And  thou  forgavest  the  in- 1  iqui-ty  |  of  my  |  sin. 

For  this  shall  every  one  that  is  godly  pray  unto  thee'  in  a  time 
when  thou  |  mayest  be  |  found  ; 
Surely  in  the  floods  of  great  waters'  they  shall  |  not  come  | 
nigh  unto  |  him. 
Thou  art  my  hiding-place';  thou  shalt  pre-  |  serve  me  ..  from  | 
trouble ; 
Thou  shalt  compass  me  about'  with  |  songs  —  |  of  de- 1  liv- 
erance. 

Many  sorrows  shall  |  be  ..  to  the  |  wicked; 

But  he  that  trusteth  in  the  Lord',  mercy  shall  |  compass  | 
him  a-  |  bout. 
Be  glad  in  the  Lord  and  re- 1  joice,  ye  |  righteous ; 

And  shout  for  joy,  all  ye  that  |  are  up- 1  right ..  in  |  heart. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  \  to  the  \  Son, 

And\  to  the  \  Holy  \  Ghost ; 
As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  \  ever  \  shall  be, 

World  |  without  \  end.     A-  \  men. 


SELECTIONS   FOR    CHANTING. 


XV11 


R.  Flintoft. 


£=P 


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NO.  3. 


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No.  4. 


7.  Turk. 


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SELECTION    X. 


The  Song  of  Zacharias. — Luke  i.  68-72,  74,  75. 

No.  1 .  R-  Langdon. 


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"OLESS^D   be  the  Lord  |  God  of  |  Israel, 

•*-*  For  he  hath  visited  |  and  re-  |  deem'd  his  |  people, 

And  hath  rais'd  up  a  mighty  sal-  |  vation  |  for  us 
In  the  I  house  of ..  his  |  servant  |  David. 

As  he  spake  by  the  mouth  of  his  |  holy  |  prophets, 
Which  have  been  |  since  the  |  world  be- 1  gan ; 

That  we  should  be  sav'd  j  from  our  |  enemies, 
And  from  the  |  hand  of  |  all  that  |  hate  us. 

To  perform  the  mercy  promis'd  |  to  our  |  fathers, 
And  to  re- 1  member ..  his  |  holy  |  covenant, 

That  we  might  serve  him  |  without  |  fear, 

In  holiness  and  righteousness,  |  all  the  |  days  of.,  our  |  life. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  \  to  the  \  Son, 
And  I  to  the  \  Holy  \  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  \  ever  \  shall  be, 
World  I  without  I  end.    A- 1  men. 


No.  2. 


K.  7.  Pye. 


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XIX 


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SELECTIONS   FOR    CHANTING. 


SELECTION    XI. 

The  Song  of  Simeon. — Luke  ii.  29-32. 


No.  1. 


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T  ORD,   now  lettest  thou  thy  servant  de-  |  part  in  |  peace, 
-^  Ac-  I  cording  |  to  thy  |  word. 

For  mine  eyes  have  seen  |  thy  sal-  |  vation 

Which   thou  hast  prepar'd'   before  the  |  face  of  |  all  —  | 
people. 

A  light  to  I  lighten  ..  the  |  Gentiles 

And  the  glory  |  of  thy  |  people  |  Israel. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  \  to  the  \  Son, 
And  \  to  the  \  Holy  \  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  \  ever  \  shall  be, 
World  I  without  I  end.     A-  I  men. 


No.  2. 


J.  Barnby. 


W.  Felton. 


No.  3. 


C.A.  Wickes. 


No.  6. 


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SELECTIONS  FOR    CHANTING. 


XXI 


SELECTION    XII. 
The  Hymn  of  Ambrose. — Te  Deum  Laudamus. 


No.  1. 


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T\TE    praise  |  thee,  O  |  God  ; 

*  *    We  acknowledge  |  thee  to  |  be  the  |  Lord. 
All  the  earth  doth  |  worship  [  thee, 
The  |  Father  |  ever- 1  lasting. 

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The  heav'ns  and  |  all  the  J  pow'rs  there- 1  in 
To  thee  cherubim  and  J  seraph-  |  im 

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Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God  of  Sabaoth  ; 
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The  goodly  fellowship  of  the  prophets  |  praise  thee ; 
The  noble  army  of  martyrs  |  praise  thee  ; 
The  holy  church  throughout  all  the  world  |  doth  ac-  |  knowl- 
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The  Father  of  an  infinite  |  majesty, 
Thine  adorable,  true  and  only  |  Son, 
Also  the  Holy  |  Ghost, 

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Thou  art  the  King  of  |  glory,  O  |  Christ, 

Thou  art  the  ever-  |  lasting  |  Son  ..of  the  |  Father. 


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When  thou  took'st  upon  thee  to  de-  |  liver  |  man, 

Thou  didst  humble  thyself  to  be  |  born —  |  of  a  |  Virgin. 

When  thou  hadst  overcome  the  |  sharpness  of  |  death, 

Thou   didst  open  the  kingdom  of  |  heav'n    to  |  all    be-  | 
lievers. 

Thou  sittest  at  the  right  |  hand  of  |  God, 

In  the  |  glory  |  of  the  I  Father. 
We  believe  that  |  thou  shalt  |  come 

To  |  be  —  |  our  —  |  Judge. 

We  therefore  pray  thee  |  help  thy  |  servants, 

Whom  thou  hast  redeemed  |  with  thy  |  precious  |  blood. 
Make  them  to  be  number'd  |  with  thy  |  saints 

In  |  glory  |  ever-  |  lasting. 

O  Lord,  save  thy  people',  and  |  bless  thy  |  heritage ; 

Govern  them,  and  j  lift  them  |  up  for-  |  ever. 
Day  by  day  we  |  magni-fy  |  thee, 

And  we  worship  thy  name  ever,  |  world  with- 1  out  —  |  end. 


Vouch-  |  safe,  O  |  Lord, 

To  keep  us  this  |  day  with-  |  out 
O  Lord,  have  |  mercy  up-  |  on  us, 

Have  |  mercy  |  upon  |  us. 


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R.  Flintoft. 


XXIV 


SELECTIONS   FOR    CHANTING. 


No.  1. 


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O  Lord,  let  thy  mercy  |  be  up-  |  on  us, 
As  our  |  trust  —  |  is  in  |  thee. 

O  Lord,  in  |  thee ..  have  I  |  trusted, 
Let  me  |  never  |  be  con- 1  founded ! 


No.  2. 


THE    CHURCH-BOOK 


PSALMS 


j       Psalm  i.  1-4 

/.  Watts. 

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Hamburg.    L.  M. 

Gregorian.    Arr.  L.  Mason. 


"LTAPPY  the  man  whose  cautious  feet 
*-*■     Shun  the  broad  way  that  sinners  go ; 
Who  hates  the  place  where  atheists  meet, 
And  fears  to  talk  as  scoffers  do. 


2  He  loves  t'  employ  the  morning  light 

Among  the  statutes  of  the  Lord ; 
And  spends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night 
With  pleasure  pondering  o'er  his  word. 

3  He,  like  a  plant  by  gentle  streams, 

Shall  flourish  in  immortal  green ; 
And  heaven  will  shine,  with  kindest  beams, 
On  every  work-  his  hands  begin. 


4  But  sinners  find  their  counsels  crossed  ; 
As  chaff  before  the  tempest  flies, 
So  shall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  lost, 
When  the  last  trumpet  shakes  the  skies. 


2,3- 


PSALMS  IV,    V. 


Psalm  iv.  3-5 

/.  Watts. 
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i    T  ORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  ; 
-1— '     I  am  for  ever  thine  ; 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 

2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 

From  cares  and  business  free, 

'T  is  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 

With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice  ; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  composed  to  peace, 

I  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep  ; 
Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 


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A-men. 


Warwick.    C.  M. 

J.  Stanley. 


LORD,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 
"     My  voice  ascending  high  ; 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye ; — 

Up — to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne 

Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 


PSALM    VI. 


3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand ; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there ; 
I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteousness  ! 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 


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A-men. 


Psalm  vi.  i,  2,  4,  5, 

H.  F.  Lyte. 


5,9- 


Norwich,    7s. 

English. 


i   /^ENTLY,  gently  lay  thy  rod 
^Jr     On  my  sinful  head,  O  God ! 
Stay  thy  wrath,  in  mercy  stay, 
Lest  I  sink  beneath  its  sway. 

2  Heal  me,  for  my  flesh  is  weak ; 
Heal  me,  for  thy  grace  I  seek ; 
This  my  only  plea  I  make, — 
Heal  me  for  thy  mercy's  sake. 

3  Who,  within  the  silent  grave, 
Shall  proclaim  thy  power  to  save  ? 
Lord,  my  sinking  soul  reprieve ; 
Speak,  and  I  shall  rise  and  live. 

4  Lo  !  he  comes — he  heeds  my  plea ! 
Lo  !  he  comes — the  shadows  nee  ! 
Glory  round  me  dawns  once  more ; 
Rise,  my  spirit,  and  adore. 


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5,6. 


PSALMS  XL  XL1L 


t?      Psalm  xi. 

D        H.  F.  Lyte. 


Waterstock. 


Ayr  Y  trust  is  in  the  Lord  ;  what  foe  can  injure  me  ? 

1V1     Why  bid  me  like  a  bird  before  the  fowler  flee  ? 
The  Lord  is  on  his  heavenly  throne, 
And  he  will  shield  and  guard  his  own 

The  wicked  may  assail,  the  tempter  sorely  try, 

All  earth's  foundations  fail,  all  nature's  springs  be  dry 
Yet  God  is  in  his  holy  shrine, 
And  I  am  strong  while  he  is  mine. 

His  flock  to  him  is  dear,  he  watches  them  from  high ; 

He  sends  them  trials  here  to  form  them  for  the  sky ; 
But  safely  will  he  tend  and  keep 
The  humblest,  feeblest  of  his  sheep. 

His  foes  a  season  here  may  triumph  and  prevail ; 

But  ah  !  the  hour  is  near  when  all  their  hopes  must 
fail; 
While,  like  the  sun,  his  saints  shall  rise, 
And  shine  with  him  above  the  skies. 


A -men. 


fi      Psalm  xiii. 

i-3,  5 

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W.  Goode. 

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■*— '     Wilt  thou  ne'er  my  guilt  forgiv< 
Never  shall  my  troubled  mind 
In  thy  kind  remembrance  live  ? 


PSALMS  XIII,    XVI. 


Lord,  how  long  with  sorrows  vexed 
Daily  shall  my  heart  complain ; 

While  my  anxious  soul  perplexed, 
Counsel  takes,  but  takes  in  vain  ? 

Lord,  how  long  shall  Satan's  art 

Tempt  my  harassed  soul  to  sin, 
Triumph  o'er  my  humbled  heart, 

Fears  without  and  guilt  within  ? 
Lord,  my  God,  thine  ear  incline, 

Bending  to  the  prayer  of  faith  ; 
Cheer  my  eyes  with  light  divine, 

Lest  I  sleep  the  sleep  of  death  ! 


On  thy  mercy  I  rely — 

Mercy,  heavenly  Lord,  impart ! 
Mercy  brings  salvation  nigh  ; 

Mercy  shall  rejoice  my  heart. 
Lord,  I  lift  my  voice  in  praise, 

All  thy  bounty  to  adore ; 
From  eternity  thy  grace 

Flows,  increasing  ever»more. 


Si 


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A-men. 


Psalm  xvi.  8-n. 

/.  Watts. 


Bristol.     C.  M. 

E.  Hodges. 


i    T   SET  the  Lord  before  my  face, 
■*•     He  bears  my  courage  up  ; 
My  heart  and  tongue  their  joys  express, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  in  hope. 


2  My  spirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
Where  souls  departed  are  ; 
Nor  leave  my  body  in  the  grave, 
To  see  corruption  there. 


8,9- 


PSALMS  XVII,  XVIII 


10 


7.    CONTINUED. 


BRISTOL. 


3  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 
And  raise  me  to  thy  throne  ; 
Thy  courts  immortal  pleasure  give, 
Thy  presence  joys  unknown. 


8      Psalm  xvii. 

/.  Watts. 


14,  15. 


A-men. 
Hebron.    L.  M. 

L.  Mason. 

-I, 


V\  THAT  sinners  value  I  resign  ; 
*  *       Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine ; 
I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 
This  life  's  a  dream — an  empty  show ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere ; 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there? 

0  glorious  hour ! — O  blest  abode  ! 

1  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God ; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 
My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  : 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise      'jij~Q] 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 


A-men. 


Psalm  xviii.  46-50. 

W.  Goode. 


Sychar.     8-7. 

J.  B.  Dykes. 


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i    TO!  the  Lord  Jehovah  liveth  ; 

J— *     He's  my  rock,  I  bless  his  name ; 
He,  my  God,  salvation  giveth  ; 
All  ye  lands,  exalt  his  fame. 

2  O'er  his  enemies  exalted, 

See  the  great  Redeemer  rise ! 
Though  by  powers  of  hell  assaulted, 
God  supports  him  to  the  skies. 

3  God,  Messiah's  cause  maintaining, 

Shall  his  righteous  throne  extend  ; 
O'er  the  world  the  Saviour  reigning, 
Earth  shall  at  his  footstool  bend. 


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/.  Watts. 


UXBRIDGE.  L.  M. 
L.  Mason. 
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i   T^HE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  ; 
■*•       In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confess, 
But  the  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ 
Reveals  thy  justice,  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon  and  stars  convey  thy  praise 

Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand  : 
So,  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 

It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run, 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest, 
That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 


A-men. 


II,  12. 


PSALM  XIX. 


12 


j  j       Psalm  xix.  y,  8,  12,  13. 

/.  Watts, 


Rockingham.    L.  M. 

L.  Mason. 


i   r^  REAT  Sun  of  righteousness,  arise  ; 

^^     Bless  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light ; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise, 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

2  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  souls  renewed,  and  sins  forgiven ; 
Lord,  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heaven. 


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A-men. 


j  2       Psalm  xix.  1-7. 

J.  Montgomery. 


Creation.     L.  M.  61. 

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I  'THY  glory,  Lord,  the  heavens  declare, 
•*-      The  firmament  displays  thy  skill ; 
The  changing  clouds,  the  viewless  air, 
Tempest  and  calm,  thy  word  fulfill ; 
Day  unto  day  doth  utter  speech, 
And  night  to  night  thy  knowledge  teach, 


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13- 


Though  voice  nor  sound  inform  the  ear, 
Well  known  the  language  of  their  song, 

When  one  by  one  the  stars  appear, 
Led  by  the  silent  moon  along, 

Till  round  the  earth,  from  all  the  sky, 

Thy  beauty  beams  on  every  eye. 

Waked  by  thy  touch,  the  morning  sun 
Comes  like  a  bridegroom  from  his  bower, 

And,  like  a  giant,  glad  to  run 

His  bright  career  with  speed  and  power,- 

Thy  flaming  messenger,  to  dart 

Life  through  the  depth  of  nature's  heart. 


While  these  transporting  visions  shine 
Along  the  path  of  Providence, 

Glory  eternal,  joy  divine, 

Thy  word  reveals,  transcending  sense ; 

My  soul  thy  goodness  longs  to  see, 

Thy  love  to  man,  thy  love  to  me. 


-1 — v 


=F=^tl 


A-men. 


jo       Psalm  xix.  11-14. 

°        /.  Watts. 


BOYLSTOM.       S.  M. 
L.  Mason. 


1  T   HEAR  thy  word  with  love, 
*-     And  I  would  fain  obey ; 
Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 

To  guide  me,  lest  I  stray. 

2  Warn  me  of  every  sin, 

Forgive  my  secret  faults. 
And  cleanse  this  guilty  soul  of  mine, 
Whose  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 

3  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 

I  spread  thy  praise  abroad, 
Accept  the  worship  and  the  song, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 


i=p 


^  ^ 


:g=z= 


A-men. 


14- 


PSALM  XIX. 


14 


14 


Psalm  xix.  7-14. 

/.   Watts. 


Nashville.    L.  P.  M. 

Gregorian.    Arr.  L.  Mason. 


I       I      v 


4t-J — 1    -J — r-i— 1 — 1 h-n  -J-i— 1 — 1 ! m — 1 — 1    -i 

! 1 : ! 1 1 1 —  ■ 

^S.  .#.  JB.  ^2.                                         ^22.  .*.  .«.  4=- 

p-n*  ggi    p — r  1 — n-p-p*  5  S  1— ir  t~i — 

— t — M — ' — ' — H-f-i — t — ^~^ — ' — — H-j»-i — 1 — 

T  LOVE  the  volume  of  thy  word  ; 

*     What  light  and  joy  these  leaves  afford, 

To  souls  benighted  and  distressed  ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  stray, 

Thy  promise  leads  my  heart  to  rest. 

From  the  discoveries  of  thy  law, 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw : 

These  are  my  study  and  delight : 
Not  honey  so  invites  the  taste, 
Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  passed, 

Appears  so  pleasing  to  the  sight. 

Thy  threatenings  wake  my  slumbering  eyes, 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies ; 

But  't  is  thy  blessed  Gospel,  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  conscience  clean, 
Converts  my  soul,  subdues  my  sin, 

And  gives  a  free  but  large  reward. 

Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts  ? 
My  God,  forgive  my  secret  faults, 

And  from  presumptuous  sins  restrain : 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praise 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace, 

And  book  of  nature,  not  in  vain. 


3 


m 


A-men. 


l5 


PSALM  XXIII. 


15,  16. 


Psalm  xxiii. 


Badea.     S.  M. 

German. 


1,1      I,     I      I- 


^FJ 


s% 


}=#= 


1  nr^HE  Lord  my  shepherd  is, 

-L      I  shall  be  well  supplied ; 

Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 

What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows, 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  most  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear ; 
Tho'  I  should  walk  thro'  death's  dark  shad 
My  shepherd  's  with  me  there. 

5  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  following  days ; 
Nor  from  thy  house  will  I  remove, 
Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 


e, 


A-men. 


Psalm  xxiii. 

H.  W.  Baker. 


Cecilia.    8 


7.     Iamb. 
J.  B.  Dykes. 


1   'THE  King  of  love  my  shepherd  is, 
-■-      Whose  goodness  faileth  never : 
I  nothing  lack  if  I  am  his 
And  he  is  mine  forever. 


17- 


PSALM  XXV. 


16 


l6.       CONTINUED. 


CECILIA. 


2  Where  streams  of  living-  water  flow 

My  ransomed  soul  he  leadeth, 
And,  where  the  verdant  pastures  grow, 
With  food  celestial  feedeth. 

3  Perverse  and  foolish  oft  I  strayed, 

But  yet  in  love  he  sought  me, 
And  on  his  shoulder  gently  laid, 
And  home,  rejoicing,  brought  me. 

4  In  death's  dark  vale  I  fear  no  ill 

With  thee,  dear  Lord,  beside  me; 
Thy  rod  and  staff  my  comfort  still, 
Thy  cross  before  to  guide  me. 

5  Thou  spread'st  a  table  in  my  sight, 

Thy  unction  grace  bestoweth, 
And  O  the  transport  of  delight 
With  which  my  cup  o'erfloweth  ! 

6  And  so  through  all  the  length  of  days 

Thy  goodness  faileth  never  ; 
Good  Shepherd,  may  I  sing  thy  praise 
Within  thy  house  for  ever ! 


A-men. 


17 


Psalm  xxv. 

1.  Watts. 


Thatcher.     S.  M. 

From  Handel. 


TO  God  in  whom  I  trust, 
I  lift  my  heart  and  voice : 
O  let  me  not'be  put  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  foes  rejoice. 


17 


PSALM  XXV. 


18. 


2  Thy  mercies  and  thy  love, 

O  Lord,  recall  to  mind ; 
And  graciously  continue  still, 
As  thou  wast  ever,  kind. 

3  Let  all  my  youthful  crimes 

Be  blotted  out  by  thee ; 
And,  for  thy  wondrous  goodness'  sake, 
In  mercy  think  on  me. 

4  His  mercy  and  his  truth 

The  righteous  Lord  displays, 
In  bringing  wandering  sinners  home, 
And  teaching  them  his  ways. 


-I K3 — Q 


A-men. 


jg      Psalm  xxv.  15-18,  20. 

/.  Watts. 


Hereford.    S.  M. 

L.  Mason. 


^^a^i^^ss^ 


1  A/TINE  eyes  and  my  desire 
*-**■  Are  ever  to  the  Lord  ; 
I  love  to  plead  his  promises, 

And  rest  upon  his  word. 

2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  soul, 

Bring  thy  salvation  near ; 
When  will  thy  hand  release  my  feet 
Out  of  the  deadly  snare  ? 

3  When  shall  the  sovereign  grace 

Of  my  forgiving  God 
Restore  me  from  those  dangerous  ways 
My  wandering  feet  have  trod  ? 

4  O  keep  my  soul  from  death, 

Nor  put  my  hope  to  shame ; 
For  I  have  placed  my  only  trust 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 


&W 


A-men. 


19,  20. 


PSALMS  XXVII,  XXXI 


18 


19 


Psalm  xxvii.  1- 

/.  Watts. 

4-4- 


fctifcpA 


Nottingham.     C.  M. 

7.  C/rtr£. 


i   'THE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 
J-      And  my  salvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  strength,  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires  ; 

O  grant  me  an  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  saints, 
The  temples  of  my  God. 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 

And  see  thy  beauty  still ; 
Shall  hear  thy  messages  of  love, 
And  there  inquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rise,  and  storms  appear, 

There  may  his  children  hide ; 
God  has  a  strong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

5  Now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around  ; 
And  songs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temple  sound. 


^^: 


A -men. 


20       Psalm  xxxi.  5,  14,  19,  20. 

H.  F.  Lyte. 


Steggall.     S.  M. 

C.  Steggall. 


I 


CB 


F^ 


stop 


1    TV  IK  Y  spirit  on  thy  care, 
-LVJ      Blest  Saviour,  I  recline  ; 
Thou  wilt  not  leave  me  to  despair, 
For  thou  art  love  divine. 


19 


PSALM  XXXI. 


21. 


2  In  thee  I  place  ray  trust ; 

On  thee  I  calmly  rest : 
I  know  thee  good,  I  know  thee  just, 
And  count  thy  choice  the  best. 

3  Whate'er  events  betide, 

Thy  will  they  all  perform ; 
Safe  in  thy  breast  my  head  I  hide, 
Nor  fear  the  coming  storm. 

4  Let  good  or  ill  befall, 

It  must  be  good  for  me, — 
Secure  of  having  thee  in  all, 
Of  having  all  in  thee. 


m 


>=t: 


A -men. 


2  j       Psalm  xxxi.  1-3,  14-23 

H.  F.  Lyte. 

4 


Lux.     7s,  61. 

y.  Stai?ier. 

V   1  .  J     1 — V 


T    ORD,  I  look  for  all  to  thee  ; 
■1— '     Thou  hast  been  a  rock  to  me : 
Still  thy  wonted  aid  afford  ; 
Still  be  near,  my  shield,  my  sword ! 
Faint  and  sinking  on  my  road, 
Still  I  cling  to  thee,  my  God  ! 

On  thy  word  I  take  my  stand  ; 

All  my  times  are  in  thy  hand  : 

O  what  mercies  still  attend 

Those  who  make  the  Lord  their  friend ! 

Lord,  may  this  my  portion  be : 

Seek  it,  all  ye  saints,  with  me  ! 


A-men. 


22,  23* 


PSALMS  XXXII,   XXXIV. 


20 


22       Psalm  xxxii.  1-6. 

/.  Watts. 


PARAH.      S.  M. 
L.  Mason. 


i   C\  BLESSED  souls  are  they, 
^^     Whose  sins  are  covered  o'er ; 
Divinely  blest,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  past, 

And  keep  their  hearts  with  care ; 
Their  lips  and  lives,  without  deceit, 
Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 

3  While  I  concealed  my  guilt, 

I  felt  the  festering  wound  ; 
Till  I  confessed  my  sin  to  thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  sinners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne ; 
Our  help,  in  times  of  deep  distress, 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 


2-5       Psalm  xxxiv.  1-4,  7-9. 

^         N.  Tate  or  N.  Brady. 


Invitation.    C.  M.  D, 

From  Spoh r. 


— vT_i 

J     _J fc. J        s 

,,-v  1    — hr 

d^^^^-hi-^-tl-d^^fJ-ir^i!-1 

1    s-^1    END. 

^-Hrr 

H 1 — **-*- 

*fr    |#  )#     ndf    T  j      II  uJbi k— -1 6?    I>  r  w—% 

1  HPHROUGH  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 
■J-       In  trouble,  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 


21 


PSALMS  XXXIV,  XXXVI. 


24. 


Of  his  deliverance  I  will  boast, 
Till  all  that  are  distressed 

From  my  example  comfort  take, 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 

O  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 

With  me  exalt  his  name ; 
When  in  distress  to  him  I  called, 

He  to  my  rescue  came. 
The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 

The  dwellings  of  the  just ; 
Deliverance  he  affords  to  all, 

Who  on  his  succor  trust. 

O  make  but  trial  of  his  love ; 

Experience  will  decide, 
How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 

Who  in  his  truth  confide. 
Fear  him,  ye  saints,  and  ye  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear ; 
Make  ye  his  service  your  delight, — 

He'll  make  your  wants  his  care. 


2  A       Psalm  xxxvi.  5-7. 

^        I.  Watts. 


Shawmut.     S.  M. 

Gregorian.    Arr.  L.  Mason. 


i   CURE  there's  a  dreadful  God, 
^     Though  men  renounce  his  fear 
His  justice,  hid  behind  the  cloud 
Shall  one  great  day  appear. 


2  His  truth  transcends  the  sky, 
In  heaven  his  mercies  dwell ; 
Deep  as  the  sea  his  judgments  lie, 
His  anger  burns  to  hell. 


25- 


PSALM  XXXVI. 


22 


24.       CONTINUED. 


SHAWMUT. 


gpgig^^isjiipiiii^i^ 


jz-m-m.  -(=.., 


1    1   I   'I 
3  How  excellent  his  love, 

Whence  all  our  safety  springs  ! 
O  never  let  my  soul  remove 
From  underneath  his  wings ! 


2d       Psalm  xxxvi.  5-9. 

^         /.  Watts. 

4-1-1  r 


Mendon.     L.  M. 

German. 


-rR-L^FFcri  r^"i  ppi^^^-Q^-t 


1  TTIGH  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God, 

-*-  -*■     Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines  ; 
Thy  truth  shall  break  through  every  cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  designs. 

2  Forever  firm  thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  ; 
Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  My  God,  how  excellent  thy  grace, 

Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  springs ! 
The  sons  of  Adam,  in  distress, 
Fly  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

4  From  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 

We  shall  be  fed  with  sweet  repast : 
There  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 
And  brings  salvation  to  our  taste. 

5  Life,  like  a  fountain,  rich  and  free, 

Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord  ; 
And,  in  thy  light,  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promised  in  thy  word. 


II 


:S 


^=t 


H — 1— 

A-men, 


23 


PSALMS  XL,   XL/I. 


26,  27. 


26      Psalm  xl.  1,  3,  5 

/.  Watts. 

4-4 


Dundee.    C.  M. 

Scottish. 


i    T   WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord,— 
-^     He  bowed  to  hear  my  cry ; 
He  saw  me  resting  on  his  word, 
And  brought  salvation  nigh. 

2  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  stand, 

And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 
To  praise  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
In  a  new,  thankful  song. 

3  I'll  spread  his  works  of  grace  abroad ; 

The  saints  with  joy  shall  hear, 
And  sinners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 


:SEt 


A-men. 


27 


Psalm  xlii.  1,  2,  4,  n. 

N.  Tate  or  N.  Brady. 

-U-H *.,.,,    !■  J     1    r-P" 


Barby.     C.  M. 


i     A  S  pants  the  hart, for  cooling  streams, 
-^     When  heated  in  the  chase, 
So  longs  my  soul,  O  God,  for  thee, 
And  thy  refreshing  grace. 

2  For  thee,  my  God,  the  living  God ! 

My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine ; 
O  when  shall  I  behold  thy  face, 
Thou  Majesty  divine ! 

3  I  sigh,  as  oft  my  musing  thoughts 

Those  happy  days  present, 
When  I,  with  crowds  of  pious  friends, 
Thy  temple  did  frequent. 


28. 


PSALM  XLIV. 


24 


27.       CONTINUED 


4  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul? 
Trust  God  ;  and  he'll  employ 
His  aid  for  thee,  and  change  these  sighs 
To  thankful  hymns  of  joy. 


28 


Psalm  xliv. 

N.  Tate  or  N.  Brady. 


A-men. 

Mear.    C.  M. 

A.  Williams. 


i  f~\  LORD,  our  fathers  oft  have  told 
^-^     In  our  attentive  ears, 
Thy  wonders  in  their  days  performed, 
And  in  more  ancient  years  : 

2  How  thou,  to  plant  them  here,  didst  drive 

The  heathen  from  this  land, 
Afflicted  by  repeated  strokes 
Of  thine  avenging  hand. 

3  For  not  their  courage,  nor  their  sword, 

To  them  possession  gave  ; 
Nor  strength  that  from  unequal  force 
Their  fainting  troops  could  save, — 

4  But  thy  right  hand  and  powerful  arm, 

Whose  succor  they  implored, — 
Thy  presence  with  the  chosen  race, 
Who  thy  great  name  adored. 

5  As  thee  their  God  our  fathers  owned, 

So  thou  art  still  our  King ; 
O,  therefore,  as  of  old  to  them, 
To  us  deliverance  bring. 


m 


A-men. 


25 


PSALMS  XLV,   XL VI. 


29,  30. 


29 


Psalm  xlv.  3-5. 

P.  Doddridge. 


Kingdom.     H.  M. 

J.  K.  Paine. 
J.    I      *J    I.    ,   1   I 


1   /^IRD  on  thy  conquering  sword,  Ascend  thy  shining  car; 
And  march,  almighty  Lord,  To  wage  thy  holy  war : 


Before  his  wheels, 
In  glad  surprise, 


|:  Ye  valleys  rise, 
And  sink,  ye  hills.  :|| 


Fair  truth,  and  smiling  love,  And  injured  righteousness, 
Under  thy  banners  move,  And  seek  from  thee  redress : 


Thou  in  their  cause 
Shalt  prosperous  ride, 


|:  And  far  and  wide 
Dispense  thy  laws.  :|| 

3  Before  thine  awful  face  Millions  of  foes  shall  fall, 

The  captives  of  thy  grace, — The  grace  that  conquers  all : 
The  world  shall  know,  ||:  What  wondrous  things 

Great  King  of  kings,  Thine  arm  can  do.  :|| 

4  Here  to  my  waiting  soul  Bend  thy  triumphant  way ; 
Here  every  fear  control,  And  all  thy  power  display : 


My  heart,  thy  throne, 
Blest  Jesus,  see, 


oq      Psalm  xlvi.  1-5. 

^  I.  Watts. 


|j:  Bows  low  to  thee, — 
To  thee  alone.  :!| 


UXBRIDGE.      L.  M. 
L.  Mason. 


1   /^OD  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints, 

^-^     When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  present  with  his  aid. 


31. 


PSALM  XLVL 


26 


CONTINUED. 


UXBRIDGE. 


Let  mountains  from  their  seats  be  hurled 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there ; 

Convulsions  shake  the  solid  world : 
Our  faith  shall  never  yield  to  fear. 

Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar — 
In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide  ; 

While  every  nation,  every  shore, 

Trembles,  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 

There  is  a  stream  whose  gentle  flow 

Supplies  the  city  of  our  God ; 
Life,  love  and  joy  still  gliding  through, 

And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

That  sacred  stream,  thy  holy  word, 
Our  grief  allays,  our  fear  controls  ; 

Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford, 

And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 

Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love, 
Secure  against  a  threatening  hour ; 

Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move, 

Built  on  his  truth,  and  armed  with  power. 


A-men. 


-5  j       Psalm  xlvi.  1-5. 

^  y.  Conder. 


Alleyn.    87,87;  887 

Decius.     Arr.  Mendelssohn 

/7s 

3  ' 


zjr^-fcj: 


*    J 


-m-     -m-  \/—- 1  m 


r^-z 


m 


±—m 


1 — r 


S? 


27 


PSALM   XL  VIII. 


32. 


i   r^OD  is  our  refuge  ever  near, 
^-*     Our  help  in  tribulation  : 
Therefore  his  people  shall  not  fear, 

Amid  a  wrecked  creation  ; 
Though  mountains  from  their  base  be  hurled, 
And  ocean  shake  the  solid  world, 
The  Lord  is  our  salvation. 

2  The  stream  that  flows  from  Zion's  hill, 
Shall  yet,  serenely  gliding, 
With  joy  the  holy  city  fill, 

His  presence  there  abiding : 
The  Lord,  her  glory  and  defence, 
Will  guard  his  chosen  residence, 

His  timely  aid  providing.  Amen. 


j=& 


32 


Psalm  xlviii.  i,  12-14. 

/.  Watts. 

I.  ,  I  I  J 


Dover.    S.  M. 

English. 


1  "PAR  as  thy  name  is  known, 

The  world  declares  thy  praise ; 
Thy  saints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 
Their  songs  of  honor  raise. 

2  Let  strangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, — 
Compass  and  view  thy  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well, — 

3  The  order  of  thy  house, 

The  worship  of  thy  court, 
The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows,— 
And  make  a  fair  report. 


33- 


PSALM  XL  VIII. 


28 


32.       CONTINUED. 

4T-^4-,-J..,..JL-y 


4  How  decent  and  how  wise ! 

How  glorious  to  behold ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorned  with  gold. 

5  The  God  we  worship  now, 

Will  guide  us  till  we  die ; 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  sky. 


A-men. 


33 


Psalm  xlviii.  1-3,  8,  9. 

/.  Watts. 


St.  Thomas,     S.  M. 

A.  Williams. 


1  /^REAT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
^-*     And  let  his  praise  be  great ; 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 

His  most  delightful  seat. 

2  These  temples  of  his  grace, 

How  beautiful  they  stand  ! 

The  honors  of  our  native  place, 

And  bulwarks  of  our  land. 

3  In  Zion  God  is  known, 

A  refuge  in  distress ; 
How  bright  has  his  salvation  shone 
Through  all  her  palaces ! 

4  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, — 

Our  eyes  have  often  seen, — 
How  well  our  God  secures  the  fold, 
Where  his  own  sheep  have  been. 


29 


PSALM  LI. 


34. 


5  In  every  new  distress 

We'll  to  his  house  repair ; 
We'll  think  upon  his  wondrous  grace, 
And  seek  deliverance  there. 


A-men. 


34 


Psalm  li.  1-4. 

/.  Watts. 


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H.  K.  Oliver. 

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i    CHOW  pity,  Lord!  O  Lord,  forgive! 
^     Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ! 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  don't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace ; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound ; 
So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 

3  O  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace : 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 


5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just,  in  death  ; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there,— 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 


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A-men. 


35,  36. 


PSALM  LI. 


3° 


Psalm  li 

/.  Watts. 


35 


9-12. 


Hamburg.    L.  M. 

Gregorian.    Arr.  Mason. 

t 


i   r~\  THOU  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry, 
^-^   Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  memory  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin  ; 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Cast  out  and  banished  from  thy  sight ; 
Thy  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore, 
And  guard  me,  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  grieved  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
His  help  and  comfort  still  afford : 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 


A-men. 


Psalm  li.  17,  13,  14 

/.  Watts. 

X 


Grace  Church.    L.  M. 

From  Pleyel. 


1  A     BROKEN  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
-^     Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

2  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust. 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemned  to  die. 


3i 


PSALMS  LI,  LVIL 


37,  38. 


3  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways ; 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sovereign  grace ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pardoning  God. 


4  O  may  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue ! 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song ; 
And  all  my  powers  shall  join  to  bless 
The  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness. 


P 


o»7       Psalm  li.  5,9-14. 

^  '  N.  Tate  or  N.  Brady. 


Hereford.     S.  M. 

L.  Mason. 


i     A  GAINST  thee,  Lord,  alone, 
**•     And  only  in  thy  sight, 
Have  I  transgressed  ;  and,  though  condemned, 
Must  own  thy  judgments  right. 

2  Blot  out  my  grievous  sins, 

Nor  me  in  anger  view ; 
Create  in  me  a  heart  that's  clean, 
An  upright  mind  renew. 

3  Withdraw  not  thou  thy  help, 

Nor  cast  me  from  thy  sight, 
Nor  let  thy  Holy  Spirit  take 
Its  everlasting  flight.  A-men, 


og       Psalm  Ivii.  1-3,  7-11. 

°  I.  Watts. 


Nazareth.    L.  M. 

J.  Webbe. 


T^r\ 


1    A/T Y  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs 
1V1     Qf  boundless  love  and  grace  unknown ; 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  spreading  wings, 
Till  the  dark  cloud  be  over-blown. 


39- 


PSALM  LXI. 


32 


38.      CONTINUED. 
4^ 


NAZARETH. 


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2  Up  to  the  heavens  I  send  my  cry, 

The  Lord  will  my  desires  perform  ; 
He  sends  his  angels  from  the  sky, 
And  saves  me  from  the  threatening  storm. 

3  My  heart  is  fixed  ;  my  song  shall  raise 

Immortal  honors  to  thy  name ; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  sound  his  praise, — 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

4  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 

And  reaches  to  the  utmost  sky ; 
His  truth  to  endless  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  dissolve  and  die. 

5  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heavens  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 


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A-men. 


39 


Psalm  lxi.  1-6. 

1.  Watts. 


Thatcher.     S.  M. 

From  Handel. 


1  "YX  THEN,  overwhelmed  with  grief, 

*  *       My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helpless,  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heaven  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  O  lead  me  to  the  Rock 

That's  high  above  my  head  ; 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wing, 
My  shelter  and  my  shade. 


33 


PSALM  LXII. 


40. 


Within  thy  presence,  Lord, 

For  ever  I'll  abide ; 
Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence, 

The  refuge  where  I  hide. 


4  Thou  givest  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  thy  name  ; 
If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 
I  shall  possess  the  same. 


is 


A-men. 


a  q      Psalm  lxii.  i,  2,  5-8. 

^  C.  Wesley. 


Haverhill.    S.  M. 

L.  Mason. 

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1    T  N  true  and  patient  hope, 
■*-     My  soul,  on  God  attend  ; 
And  calmly  confident  look  up, 
Till  he  salvation  send. 


I  shall  his  goodness  see, 
While  on  his  name  I  call ; 

He  will  defend  and  strengthen  me 
And  I  shall  never  fall. 


3  Jesus,  to  thee  I  fly, 

My  refuge  and  my  tower ; 
Upon  thy  faithful  love  rely, 
And  find  thy  saving  power. 


4  Trust  in  the  Lord  alone, 
Who  aids  us  from  above ; 
In  every  strait  surround  his  throne, 
And  hang  upon  his  love. 


A-men. 


4i,  42. 


PSALM  LXIII. 


34 


Psalm  Ixiii.  i, 

J.  Montgomery. 


6-8 


All-Saints.    L.  M. 

W.  Knaj>j>. 


OGOD,  thou  art  my  God  alone ; 
Early  to  thee  my  soul  shall  cry, — 
A  pilgrim  in  a  land  unknown, 

A  thirsty  land  whose  springs  are  dry. 

Yet,  through  this  rough  and  thorny  maze, 
I  follow  hard  on  thee,  my  God  ; 

Thy  hand  unseen  upholds  my  ways, 
I  safely  tread  where  thou  hast  trod. 

Thee,  in  the  watches  of  the  night, 
When  I  remember  on  my  bed, 

Thy  presence  makes  the  darkness  light ; 
Thy  guardian  wings  are  round  my  head. 

Better  than  life  itself  thy  love, 

Dearer  than  all  beside  to  me ; 
For  whom  have  I  in  heaven  above, 

Or  what  on  earth,  compared  with  thee  ? 


Psalm  lxiii.  1-4 


Dunstan.     C.  M. 

7.  Hay. 


i   T7  ARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
-*-"     I  haste  to  seek  thy  face  ; 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 


35 


PSALM  LXV. 


43- 


2  So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand, 

Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 
And  they  must  drink  or  die. 

3  T've  seen  thy  glory  and  thy  power 

Through  all  thy  temple  shine ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heavenly  hour, 
That  vision  so  divine. 

4  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  best  passions  move, 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

5  Thus,  till  my  last  expiring  day, 

I'll  bless  my  God  and  King ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 


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A-men. 


a  o      Psalm  Ixv.  2-5 

^        /.  Watts. 

4-1  ■  1  ,.    J,  I.,  I 


Nazareth.    L.  M 

S.  Webbe. 


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OTHOU,  whose  mercy  bends  the  skies 
To  save  when  humble  sinners  pray ; 
All  lands  to  thee  shall  lift  their  eyes, 
And  distant  islands  of  the  sea. 


2  Against  my  will  my  sins  prevail, 

But  grace  shall  purge  away  their  stain  ; 
The  blood  of  Christ  will  never  fail 
To  wash  my  garments  white  again. 

3  Blest  is  the  man  whom  thou  shalt  choose, 

And  give  him  kind  access  to  thee : 
Give  him  a  place  within  thy  house, 
To  taste  thy  love  divinely  free. 


44- 


PSALM  LXVII. 


36 


43.       CONTINUED 


NAZARETH. 


g^«^ASil 


4  Soon  shall  the  flocking  nations  run 
To  Zion's  hill  and  own  their  Lord ; 
The  rising  and  the  setting  sun 
Shall  see  the  Saviour's  name  adored. 


a  a       Psalm  lxvii.  1-3,  6,  7. 

^^        I.  Watts. 

>$—tv — i-r  T Jt  J-4Td-ir-tTa- 


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A-men. 

St.  Ann's.    C.  M. 

W.  Croft. 

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1  C  HINE  on  our  land,  Jehovah,  shine, 
^     With  beams  of  heavenly  grace  ; 
Reveal  thy  power  through  all  our  courts, 

And  show  thy  smiling  face. 

2  When  shall  thy  name,  from  shore  to  shore, 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad, 
And  distant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God  ? 

3  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 

Sing  loud  with  solemn  voice ; 
Let  thankful  tongues  exalt  his  praise, 
And  thankful  hearts  rejoice. 

4  Earth  shall  confess  her  Maker's  hand, 

And  yield  a  full  increase ; 
Our  God  will  crown  his  chosen  land 
With  fruitfulness  and  peace. 

5  God,  the  Redeemer,  scatters  round 

His  choicest  favors  here  ; 
While  the  creation's  utmost  bound 
Shall  see,  adore,  and  fear. 


1 


A-men. 


37 


PSALMS  LXVIL  LXXI. 


45,  46. 


a*       Psalm  lxvii.  1-5. 

**        N.  Tate  or  N.  Brady. 


Olmutz.    S.  M. 

Gregorian.    Arr.  Mason. 
I     I..    !■    1    \ 


1  '"TO  bless  thy  chosen  race, 

-*-      In  mercy,  Lord,  incline  ; 
And  cause  the  brightness  of  thy  face 
On  all  thy  saints  to  shine  ; — 

2  That  so  thy  wondrous  way 

May  through  the  world  be  known  ; 
While  distant  lands  their  tribute  pay, 
And  thy  salvation  own. 

3  O  let  them  shout  and  sing, 

With  joy  and  pious  mirth  ; 
For  thou,  the  righteous  Judge  and  King, 
Shalt  govern  all  the  earth. 

4  Let  differing  nations  join 

To  celebrate  thy  fame  ; 
Let  all  the  world,  O  Lord,  combine 
To  praise  thy  glorious  name. 


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=^=; 


A-men. 


Psalm  lxxi.  1,  5,  9,  22-24. 

M.  Bruce. 


Martyrs.    C.  M. 

Scottish. 


gg^3i*3#^ 


1  A  LMIGHTY  Father  of  mankind ! 
-*-*■     On  thee  my  hopes  remain  ; 
And  when  the  day  of  trouble  comes, 

I  shall  not  trust  in  vain. 

2  In  early  years,  thou  wast  my  guide, 

And  of  my  youth,  the  friend  ; 

And  as  my  days  began  with  thee, 

With  thee  my  days  shall  end. 


47- 


PSALM  LXXI. 


38 


46.      CONTINUED. 


MARTYRS. 


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3  I  know  the  Power  in  whom  I  trust, 

The  arm  on  which  I  lean ; 
He  will  my  Saviour  ever  be, 
Who  has  my  Saviour  been. 

4  Thou  wilt  not  cast  me  off,  when  age 

And  evil  days  descend  ; 
Thou  wilt  not  leave  me  in  despair, 
To  mourn  my  latter  end. 

5  Therefore,  in  life  I'll  trust  in  thee  ; 

In  death  I  will  adore ; 
And  after  death  will  sing  thy  praise, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 


A-men. 


a*j      Psalm  lxxi.  14-16,  22-24. 

^"'  I.  Watts. 


Invitation.    C.  M.  D. 

From  Spohr. 

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i    A/I"  Y  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 
1V1     When  I  begin  thy  praise, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, — 

The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 
Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust ; 

Thy  goodness  I  adore ; 
And  since  I  knew  thy  graces  first, 

I  speak  thy  glories  more. 


39 


PSALM  LXXII. 


48. 


My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celestial  road  ; 
And  march,  with  courage,  in  thy  strength, 

To  see  my  Father  God. 
When  I  am  filled  with  sore  distress 

For  some  surprising  sin, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfect  righteousness  ; 

And  mention  none  but  thine. 


How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  victories  of  my  King ! 
My  soul,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 

Shall  thy  salvation  sing. 
Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  powers ! 

With  this  delightful  song, 
I'll  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 

Nor  think  the  season  long. 


A-men. 


4g      Psalm  lxxii.  17,  15,  8,  4,  19. 

^  /.  Watts. 

I    1    1,     I     ,    I    1 1,1, L-l 


Missionary  Chant.     L.  M. 

C.  Zeuner. 

111.        ,       , r r-^ U 


1  T  ESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
J      Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more, 

2  For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  his  head ; 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 


3  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 


49- 


PSALM  LXXII. 


40 


CONTINUED. 


MISSIONARY   CHANT. 


4  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns ; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  loose  his  chains  ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

5  Let  every  creature  rise,  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen. 


=z=ts> 


A-men. 


aq      Psalm  lxxii.  1-6,  13-17. 

*        J.  Montgomery. 


Webb.     7,6. 

G.  J.  Webb. 


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i  IT  AIL  to  the  Lord's  Anointed  ! 
•*--*•  Great  David's  greater  Son  ! 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free, 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  shall  come  down,  like  showers 
Upon  the  fruitful  earth, 
And  love,  and  joy,  like  flowers, 
Spring  in  his  path  to  birth : 


4i 


PSALM  LXXIII. 


50. 


Before  him  on  the  mountains, 
Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go  ; 

And  righteousness,  in  fountains, 
From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

For  him  shall  prayer  unceasing 

And  daily  vows  ascend ; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, — 

A  kingdom  without  end  : 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove ; 
His  name  shall  stand  for  ever : 

That  name  to  us  is — Love. 


m 


A-men. 


Psalm  lxx 


Windsor.    C.  M. 

G.  Kirbye. 


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i   /^OD,  my  supporter  and  my  hope, 
^^     My  help  for  ever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 
When  sinking  in  despair. 

2  Thy  counsels,  Lord,  shall  guide  my  feet, 

Through  this  dark  wilderness  : 
Thy  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heaven  without  my  God, 

'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 
And,  while  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 

And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint? 
God  is  my  soul's  eternal  rock, 
The  strength  of  every  saint. 


5i. 


PSALM  LXXXIV. 


42 


t?  j       Psalm  Ixxxiv. 

^  H.  F.  Lyte. 


St.  George's.     7s.  D. 

G.  J.  Elvey. 


i   T3LEASANT  are  thy  courts  above, 
J-       In  the  land  of  light  and  love  ; 
Pleasant  are  thy  courts  below, 
In  this  land  of  sin  and  woe. 
O,  my  spirit  longs  and  faints, 
For  the  converse  of  thy  saints, 
For  the  brightness  of  thy  face, 
For  thy  fulness,  God  of  grace. 

2  Happy  birds  that  sing  and  fly 
Round  thy  altars,  O  Most  High ! 
Happier  souls  that  find  a  rest 

In  a  heavenly  Father's  breast ! 

Like  the  wandering  dove,  that  found 

No  repose  on  earth  around, 

They  can  to  their  ark  repair 

And  enjoy  it  ever  there. 

3  Happy  souls  !  their  praises  flow 
Even  in  this  vale  of  woe ; 
Waters  in  the  desert  rise, 
Manna  feeds  them  from  the  skies ; 
On  they  go  from  strength  to  strength, 
Till  they  reach  thy  throne  at  length, 
At  thy  feet  adoring  fall, 

Who  hast  led  them  safe  through  all. 


1 


43 


PSALM  LXXXIV. 


52. 


Lord  !  be  mine  this  prize  to  win  ! 
Guide  me  through  a  world  of  sin  ; 
Keep  me  by  thy  saving  grace  ; 
Give  me  at  thy  side  a  place : 
Sun  and  shield  alike  thou  art ; 
Guide  and  guard  my  erring  heart ! 
Grace  and  glory  flow  from  thee  ; 
Shower,  O  shower  them,  Lord,  on  me ! 


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A-men. 


Psalm  lxxxiv.  1,  2,  8-12 


Newbury.     H.  M. 

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1   T  ORD  of  the  worlds  above,  How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
-L-'     The  dwellings  of  thy  love,  Thine  earthly  temples  are  ! 

With  warm  desires 
To  see  my  God. 


To  thine  abode 
My  heart  aspires, 


2  The  sparrow  for  her  young  With  pleasure  seeks  a  nest ; 
And  wandering  swallows  long  To  find  their  wonted  rest : 


My  spirit  faints 
With  equal  zeal, 


To  rise  and  dwell 
Among  thy  saints. 


3  O  happy  souls,  that  pray  Where  God  appoints  to  hear ! 
O  happy  msn,  that  pay  Their  constant  service  there! 


They  praise  thee  still ; 
And  happy  they 


That  love  the  way 
To  Zion's  hill. 


4  They  go  from  strength  to  strength,  Through  this  dark 
vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length,  Till  each  in  heaven  appears. 

Shall  thither  bring 


O  glorious  seat, 
When  God  our  King 


Our  Avilling  feet 


53, 54- 


PSALM  LXXXIX. 


44 


53 

Psalm  lxxxix.  15-18. 

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-L*     The  gospel's  joyful  sound ; 

Peace  shall  attend  the  path  they  go, 
|::  And  light  their  steps  surround.  ::[ 

2  Their  joy  shall  bear  their  spirits  up, 

Through  their  Redeemer's  name  ; 
His  righteousness  exalts  their  hope, 
1 ::  Nor  Satan  dares  condemn.  ::|| 

3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 

Strength  and  salvation  gives  ; 
Israel !  thy  King  for  ever  reigns, 
[::  Thy  God  for  ever  lives.  ::[ 


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A-men. 


Psalm  lxxxix.  1-4,  7-1 1 

H.  F.  Lyte. 

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Abney.     C.  M. 

N.  Herrmann. 

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1  HPHE  mercies  of  my  God  and  King 

•*-      My  tongue  shall  still  pursue  ; 
Oh !  happy  they  who,  while  they  sing 
Those  mercies,  share  them  too. 

2  As  bright  and  lasting  as  the  sun, 

As  lofty  as  the  sky, 
From  age  to  age  thy  word  shall  run, 
And  chance  and  change  defy. 


45  PSALM  XC.  55. 

3  The  covenant  of  the  King  of  kings 

Shall  stand  for  ever  sure  ; 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  saints  repose  secure. 

4  Thine  is  the  earth,  and  thine  the  skies, 

Created  at  thy  will ; 
The  waves  at  thy  command  arise, 
At  thy  command  are  still. 

5  In  earth  below,  in  heaven  above, 

Who — who  is  Lord  like  thee  ? 
O  spread  the  gospel  of  thy  love 
Till  all  thy  glory  see.  '  A-men. 

Psalm  xc.  1-4.  Windsor.    C.  M. 

Watts.  Scottish. 


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1   f~\  GOD,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
^^     Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home  ! 


2  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

3  Thy  word  commands  our  flesh  to  dust, 

"  Return,  ye  sons  of  men ;  " 
All  nations  rose  from  earth  at  first, 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 

4  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight 

Are  like  an  evening  gone ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 
Before  the  rising  dawn. 


56. 


PSALM  XC. 


46 


55.      CONTINUED. 


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5  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 


A-men. 


c-g      Psalm  xc.  1-9,  12,  14, 15. 

I     i.     ■      ...    1 


Bartholdy.     7-6.  D. 

Storl.    Arr.  Mendelssohn. 


1  Q  GOD,  the  Rock  of  ages, 
^S     Who  evermore  hast  been, 
What  time  the  tempest  rages, 

Our  dwelling-place  serene. 
Before  thy  first  creations, 

O  Lord,  the  same  as  now, 
To  endless  generations, 

The  Everlasting,  thou! 

2  Our  years  are  like  the  shadows 

On  sunny  hills  that  lie, 
Or  grasses  in  the  meadows 

That  blossom  but  to  die ; 
A  sleep,  a  dream,  a  story 

By  strangers  quickly  told, 
An  unremaining  glory 

Of  things  that  soon  are  old. 


47 


PSALM  XCI. 


57- 


O  thou  who  canst  not  slumber, 

Whose  light  grows  never  pale, 
Teach  us  aright  to  number 

Our  years  before  they  fail ! 
On  us  thy  mercy  lighten, 

On  us  thy  goodness  rest, 
And  let  thy  Spirit  brighten 

The  hearts  thyself  hast  blessed ! 


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A-men. 


Psalm  xci.  1-4,  11-16. 


Southwell.    C.  M. 

H.  S.  Irons. 


i  T^HERE  is  a  safe  and  secret  place 
■*■      Beneath  the  wings  divine, 
Reserved  for  all  the  heirs  of  grace : 
O,  be  that  refuge  mine  ! 

2  The  least  and  feeblest  there  may  bide 

Uninjured  and  una  wed  ; 
While  thousands  fall  on  every  side, 
He  rests  secure  in  God. 

3  The  angels  watch  him  on  his  way, 

And  aid  with  friendly  arm ; 

And  Satan,  roaring  for  his  prey, 

May  hate,  but  cannot  harm. 

4  He  feeds  in  pastures  large  and  fair 

Of  love  and  truth  divine ; 
O  child  of  God,  O  glory's  heir, 
How  rich  a  lot  is  thine ! 


5  A  hand  almighty  to  defend, 
An  ear  for  every  call, 
An  honored  life,  a  peaceful  end, 
And  heaven  to  crown  it  all ! 


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A-men. 


58. 


PSALM  XCI. 


48 


qg       Psalm  xci.  1-7,  14-16. 

J.  Montgomery. 


Stuttgart.     8-7.  D. 

7.  Zundel. 


CALL  Jehovah  thy  salvation, 
Rest  beneath  th'  Almighty's  shade; 
In  his  secret  habitation, 

Dwell,  nor  ever  be  dismayed : 
There  no  tumult  can  alarm  thee, 

Thou  shalt  dread  no  hidden  snare; 
Guile  nor  violence  can  harm  thee, 
In  eternal  safeguard  there. 

From  the  sword  at  noonday  wasting, 

From  the  noisome  pestilence 
In  the  depth  of  midnight  blasting, 

God  shall  be  thy  sure  defense : 
Fear  not  thou  the  deadly  quiver, 

When  a  thousand  feel  the  blow ; 
Mercy  shall  thy  soul  deliver, 

Though  ten  thousand  be  laid  low. 


Since,  with  pure  and  firm  affection, 

Thou  on  God  hast  set  thy  love, 
With  the  wings  of  his  protection, 

He  will  shield  thee  from  above ; 
Thou  shalt  call  on  him  in  trouble, 

He  will  hearken,  he  will  save ; 
Here,  for  grief  reward  thee  double, 

Crown  with  life  beyond  the  grave. 


49 


PSALM  XCII. 


59,  60. 


Psalm  xcii 


-5,  10-12 


Missionary  Chant.    L.  M. 

C.  Zeuner. 


i    CWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
^     To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing, 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 

No  mortal  care  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound  ! 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine ! 
How  deep  thy  counsels !  how  divine  ! 

4  But  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head. 

5  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  desire  or  wish  below  ; 
And  every  power  find  sweet  employ, 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 


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A-men. 


{)0       Psalm  xcii. 

Harriet  A  uber. 


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Lord  Mornington. 
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1    CWEET  is  the  work,  O  Lord, 
^     Thy  glorious  acts  to  sing, 
To  praise  thy  name,  and  hear  thy  word, 
And  grateful  offerings  bring. 


6i. 


PSALM  XCIII. 


60.       CONTINUED. 


MORNINGTON. 


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2  Sweet,  at  the  dawning  light, 

Thy  boundless  love  to  tell ; 
And  when  approach  the  shades  of  night, 
Still  on  the  theme  to  dwell. 

3  Sweet,  on  this  day  of  rest, 

To  join  in  heart  and  voice 
With  those  who  love  and  serve  thee  best, 
And  in  thy  name  rejoice. 

4  To  songs  of  praise  and  joy 

Be  every  Sabbath  given, 
That  such  may  be  our  blest  employ 
Eternally  in  heaven. 


A-men. 


Psalm  xciii. 

/.  Watts. 


D ALSTON.      S.  P.  M. 
A.  Williams. 


1  HPHE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  And  royal  state  maintains,- 

-*-      His  head  with  awful  glories  crowned  ; 
Arrayed  in  robes  of  light,  Begirt  with  sovereign  might, 
And  rays  of  majesty  around. 

2  Upheld  by  thy  commands,  The  world  securely  stands, 

And  skies  and  stars  obey  thy  word  ; 
Thy  throne  was  fixed  on  high  Before  the  starry  sky ; 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Lord ! 


51 


PSALM  XCV. 


62. 


3  Let  floods  and  nations  rage,  And  all  their  powers  engage ; 
Let  swelling  tides  assault  the  sky : 
The  terrors  of  thy  frown  Shall  beat  their  madness  down ; 
Thy  throne  forever  stands  on  high. 


4  Thy  promises  are  true,  Thy  grace  is  ever  new  ; 
There  fixed,  thy  church  shall  ne'er  remove ; 
Thy  saints,  with  holy  fear,  Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
And  sing  thine  everlasting  love. 


1 — p-1 

A-men. 


^2       Psalm  xcv.  i- 

/.  Watts. 


Pentonville.     S.  M. 

T.  Linley. 
I.    I     I  J.,      i.    I     I     J 


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1   r*OME,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
^     And  hymns  of  glory  sing ; 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 


2  He  formed  the  deeps  unknown  ; 
He  gave  the  seas  their  bound  ; 
The  watery  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 


3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne ; 
Come,  bow  before  the  Lord : 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own ; 
He  formed  us  by  his  word. 


4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 


63,  64. 


PSALM  XCVII. 


52 


^o       Psalm  xcvii.  1,  2,  10-12. 


Bava.     L.  M. 

C.  Goudimel. 


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1  T^H'  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  high 

*■      O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  sky  ; 
Though  clouds  and  darkness  veil  his  feet, 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-seat. 

2  O  ye  that  love  his  holy  name, 
Hate  every  work  of  sin  and  shame  ; 
He  guards  the  souls  of  all  his  friends, 
And  from  the  snares  of  hell  defends. 

3  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  saints  in  darkness  sown ; 
Those  glorious  seeds  shall  spring  and  rise, 
And  the  bright  harvest  bless  our  eyes. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  and  record 
The  sacred  honors  of  the  Lord  ; 
None  but  the  soul  that  feels  his  grace 
Can  triumph  in  his  holiness. 


^a       Psalm  xcvii.  1-5. 

^        I.  Watts. 


.J-J^-L.-*. 


Ensign.     L.  M. 

J.  B.  Calkin. 
4-Ii 


TTE  reigns;  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns! 
-*-  -*■     Praise  him  in  evangelic  strains : 
Let  the  whole  earth  in  songs  rejoice, 
And  distant  islands  join  their  voice. 

Deep  are  his  counsels  and  unknown, 
But  grace  and  truth  support  his  throne ; 
Though  gloomy  clouds  his  way  surround, 
Justice  is  their  eternal  ground. 


53 


PSALM  XCVIII. 


65. 


3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo,  he  comes  ! 

Shakes  the  wide  earth,  and  cleaves  the  tombs ; 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 
The  mountains  melt,  the  seas  retire. 


4  His  enemies,  with  sore  dismay, 

Fly  from  the  sight,  and  shun  the  day  : 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  saints,  on  high, 
And  sing,  for  your  redemption's  nigh. 


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A-men. 


65 


Psalm  xcviii. 

/.  Watts. 

I       I   ,-l \ 


Cambridge.    C.  M. 

J.  Randall. 

1 1 U— \ 1 


1  T  O  Y  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come  ■ 
J      Let  earth  receive  her  King ; 

Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
1 ::  And  heaven  and  nature  sing.  ::|| 

2  Joy  to  the  earth  !  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 

Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains 
[::  Repeat  the  sounding  joy.  ::[ 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
I ::  Far  as  the  curse  is  found.  ::|| 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
I::  And  wonders  of  his  love.  ::|| 


66,  67. 


PSALM  c. 


54 


66 


Psalm  c.  i,  3-5. 

/.  Watts  and  J.  Wesley. 


Old  Hundredth.    L.  M. 

G.  Franc. 
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BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men  ; 

And  when,  like  wandering  sheep,  we  strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, — 
Our  souls  and  all  our  mortal  frame : 

What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs ; 

High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 

Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 

Vast  as  eternity,  thy  love ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  shall  stand, 

When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 


fa>j      Psalm  c. 

N.  Brady  or  N.  Tate. 


Old  Hundredth.     L.  M. 

As  above. 


WITH  one  consent,  let  all  the  earth 
To  God  their  cheerful  voices  raise ; 
Glad  homage  pay,  with  awful  mirth, 
And  sing  before  him  songs  of  praise  : — 

Convinced  that  he  is  God  alone, 

From  whom  both  we  and  all  proceed ; 

We,  whom  he  chooses  for  his  own, 

The  flock  which  he  vouchsafes  to  feed. 


55 


PSALM  CII. 


68. 


O  enter  then  his  temple  gate, 

Thence  to  his  courts  devoutly  press ; 
And  still  your  grateful  hymns  repeat, 

And  still  his  name  with  praises  bless. 

For  he's  the  Lord — supremely  good, 

His  mercy  is  forever  sure  ; 
His  truth,  which  always  firmly  stood, 

To  endless  ages  shall  endure. 


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I.  Watts. 


Windsor.    C.  M. 

Scottish. 


^^ZZ^kj^^^:. 


i  HPH ROUGH  endless  years  thou  art  the  same, 
-*-      O  thou  eternal  God  ! 
Ages  to  come  shall  know  thy  name, 
And  tell  thy  works  abroad. 

2  The  strong  foundations  of  the  earth, 
Of  old  by  thee  were  laid ; 
By  thee  the  beauteous  arch  of  heaven 
With  matchless  skill  was  made. 


3  Soon  shall  this  goodly  frame  of  things 

Formed  by  thy  powerful  hand, 
Be,  like  a  vesture,  laid  aside, 
And  changed  at  thy  command. 

4  But  thy  perfections  all  divine, 

Eternal  as  thy  days, 
Through  everlasting  ages  shine, 
With  undiminished  rays. 

5  Our  children's  children,  still  thy  care, 

Shall  own  their  fathers'  God  ; 
To  latest  times  thy  favor  share, 
And  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 


A-men. 


6p,  70. 


PSALMS  CIT,    CIII. 


56 


^q      Psalm  cii.  13,  16-18. 


/.  Watts. 


FULBERT.      C.  M. 
H.  J.  Gauntlett. 


1  'THE  Lord  will  raise  Jerusalem, 

-L      And  stand  in  glory  there ; 
Nations  shall  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

2  He  sits  a  sovereign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes ; 
He  hears  the  dying  prisoners'  groan, 
And  sees  their  sighs  arise. 

3  He  frees  the  souls  condemned  to  death  ; 

Nor  when  his  saints  complain, 
Shall  it  be  said,  that  praying  breath 
Was  ever  spent  in  vain. 

4  This  shall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 

And  left  on  long  record, 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  trust  and  praise  the  Lord. 


SeI 


A-men. 


70 


Psalm  ciii.  1-4. 

/.  Watts. 


St.  Michael's.    S.  M. 

John  Daye. 
i— I- 


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1  r\  BLESS  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 
^-^     Let  all  within  me  join, 

And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name, 
Whose  favors  are  divine. 

2  O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 

Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 
And  without  praises  die. 


57 


PSALM  CIIL 


7i. 


3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  sins  ; 

'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain  ; 
'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ransomed  from  the  grave ; 
He  that  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell, 
Hath  sovereign  power  to  save. 


S=it 


A-men. 


Psalm  ciii.  8-i8. 


Boylston.     S.  Mt 

L.  Mason. 


i    TV/T Y  soul,  repeat  his  praise, 
lVl      Whose  mercies  are  so  great ; 
Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 

3  His  power  subdues  our  sins, 

And  his  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

4  The  pity  of  the  Lord, 

To  those  who  fear  his  name, 
Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel ; 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

5  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower; 
If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 


72. 


PSALM  CVI. 


58 


CONTINUED. 


BOYLSTON. 


6  But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 
To  endless  years  endure  ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 


--     1 


A -men 


72 


Psalm  cvi.  1,  2,  4. 

N.  Brady  or  N.  Tate. 


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^-J     The  fountain  of  eternal  love  ; 
Whose  mercy  firm  through  ages  past 

|| :  Hath  stood,  and  shall  for  ever  last.  :|| 

2  Who  can  his  mighty  deeds  express, 
Not  only  vast,  but  numberless  ? 
What  mortal  eloquence  can  raise 

I :  His  tribute  of  immortal  praise  ?  :|| 

3  Extend  to  me  that  favor,  Lord ! 
Thou  to  thy  chosen  dost  afford ; 
When  thou  return'st  to  set  them  free, 

J :  Let  thy  salvation  visit  me.  :| 

4  O  render  thanks  to  God  above, 
The  fountain  of  eternal  love  ; 
Whose  mercy  firm  through  ages  past 

|| :  Hath  stood,  and  shall  for  ever  last.  :|| 


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A-men. 


59 


PSALMS  CVIII,    CXVI. 


73,  74- 


70       Psalm  cviii.  1,  3,  5. 

'  ^        N.  Brady  or  N.  Tate. 

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i   ^V  GOD,  my  heart  is  fixed, — 'tis  bent 
^-^     Its  thankful  tribute  to  present ; 
And,  with  my  heart,  my  voice  I'll  raise 
To  thee,  my  God,  in  songs  of  praise. 

2  Thy  praises,  Lord,  I  will  resound 
To  all  the  listening  nations  round : 
Thy  mercy  highest  heaven  transcends, ' 
Thy  truth  beyond  the  clouds  extends. 

3  Be  thou,  O  God,  exalted  high ; 
And,  as  thy  glory  fills  the  sky, 
So  let  it  be  on  earth  displayed, 
Till  thou  art  here,  as  there,  obeyed. 


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A-men. 


>n  a       Psalm  cxvi.  1-17. 

J.  Montgomery. 
\'<    I,     1     ,     .     I.-4 


Moravian  Hymn.    C.  M.  D. 

Moravian. 
l—U-A- 


1  T   LOVE  the  Lord :  he  lent  an  ear 
J-     When  I  for  help  implored  ; 

He  rescued  me  from  all  my  fear ; 

Therefore  I  love  the  Lord. 
Return,  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest ; 

From  God  no  longer  roam  ; 
His  hand  hath  bountifully  blest, 

His  goodness  called  thee  home. 

2  What  shall  I  render  unto  thee, 

My  Saviour  in  distress, 
For  all  thy  benefits  to  me, 
So  great  and  numberless  ? 


75,  76. 


PSALMS  CXVII,   CXVIII. 


60 


74.       CONTINUED. 
4-r- 1- 


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MORAVIAN    HYMN. 


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This  will  I  do,  for  thy  love's  sake, 

And  thus  thy  love  proclaim : 
Salvation's  sacred  cup  I'll  take, 

And  call  upon  thy  name. 
3  Thou  God  of  covenanted  grace  ! 

Hear  and  record  my  vow, — 
While  in  thy  courts  I  seek  thy  face 

And  at  thy  altar  bow : 
Henceforth  myself  to  thee  I  give, 

With  single  heart  -and  eye,  _ 
To  walk  before  thee  while  I  live, 

And  bless  thee  when  I  die. 


75 


Psalm  cxvii. 

/.  Watts. 


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1  T^ROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
-F      Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung, 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 


&-f=- 


Psalm  cxviii.  22,  23 

/.  Watts. 


St.  Martin's.    C.  M. 

IV.  Tansur. 


6i 


PSALM  CXVIII. 


77- 


i   HHH  IS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  ; 
•*■      He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rose,  and  left  the  dead, 

AndL  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
To-day  the  saints  his  triumph  spread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosanna  to  th'  anointed  King", 

To  David's  holy  Son ; 
Help  us,  O  Lord, — descend,  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace  ; 
Who  comes,  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

5  Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raise ; 
The  highest  heavens  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 


A-men. 


«7»7       Psalm  cxviii.  15,  19,  22-25,  29- 

N.  Brady  or  N.  Tate. 


Nativity.     C.  M. 

H.  Lahee. 
I 


T  O Y  fills  the  dwellings  of  the  just 
J      Whom  God  has  saved  from  harm  ; 
For  wondrous  things  are  brought  to  pass 
By  his  almighty  arm. 


78. 


PSALM  CXVIIL 


62 


77.       CONTINUED. 


NATIVITY. 


2  Then  open  wide  the  temple  gates 

To  which  the  just  repair, 

That  I  may  enter  in  and  praise 

My  great  Deliverer  there. 

3  That  which  the  builders  once  refused 

Is  now  the  Corner-stone  ; 
This  is  the  wondrous  work  of  God, 
The  work  of  God  alone. 

4  This  day  is  God's  ;  let  all  the  lands 

Exalt  their  cheerful  voice  : 
'  Lord,  we  beseech  thee,  save  us  now, 
And  make  us  still  rejoice." 

5  O  then  with  me  give  thanks  to  God, 

Who  still  doth  gracious  prove ; 
And  let  the  tribute  of  our  praise 
Be  endless  as  his  love. 


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A-men. 


>jQ       Psalm  cxviii.  22-27. 

'  /.  Watts. 


St.  Thomas.    S.  M. 

A.   Williams. 


i    CEE  what  a  living  stone 
^     The  builders  did  refuse  ! 
Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 
In  spite  of  envious  Jews. 

2  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes ; 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine ; 
This  day  did  Jesus  rise. 


63 


PSALM  CXIX. 


79- 


3  This  is  the  glorious  day 

That  our  Redeemer  made  : 
Let  us  rejoice,  and  sing,  and  pray ; 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

4  Hosanna  to  the  King 

Of  David's  royal  blood  ! 
Bless  him,  ye  saints  ! — he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

5  We  bless  thy  holy  word, 

Which  all  this  grace  displays ; 
And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Our  sacrifice  of  praise. 


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A-men. 


Psalm  cxix 


Evan.    C.  M. 

W.  H.  Haver  gal. 


i    TORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 
•*— '     My  lasting  heritage  ; 
There  shall  my  noblest  powers  rejoice, 
My  warmest  thoughts  engage. 

2  I'll  read  the  histories  of  thy  love, 

And  keep  thy  laws  in  sight, 
While  through  thy  promises  I  rove, 
With  ever  fresh  delight. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 

Where  springs  of  life  arise ; 
Seeds  of  immortal  bliss  are  sown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

4  The  best  relief  that  mourners  have, 

It  makes  our  sorrows  blest ; — 
Our  fairest  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  rest. 


M-i 


A-men. 


8o,  81. 


PSALM  CXIX. 


64 


80      Psalm  cxix.  5,  33,  29,  133,  35 

/.  Watts. 

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Bowdoin  Square.    C.  M. 

A  bbe  Vogler. 


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i   r~\  THAT  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
^^     To  keep  his  statutes  still ! 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will ! 

2  O  send  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart ; 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

3  Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  sincere  : 
Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

4  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands, 

'Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands 
Offend  against  my  God. 


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A-men. 


gj       From  Psalm  cxix 

/.  Watts. 


Mear.    CM. 

A.  Williams. 
J— 


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1  r\  HOW  I  love  thy  holy  law  ! 
^-J     'Tis  daily  my  delight ; 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 

Divine  advice  by  night. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day, 

To  meditate  thy  word : 
My  soul  with  longing  melts  away, 
To  hear  thy  gospel,  Lord ! 


65 


PSALM  CXXI. 


82. 


3  How  doth  thy  word  my  heart  engage ! 

How  well  employ  my  tongue ! 
And,  in  my  tiresome  pilgrimage, 
Yields  me  a  heavenly  song. 

4  Am  I  a  stranger,  or  at  home — 

'Tis  my  perpetual  feast ; 
Not  honey,  dropping  from  the  comb, 
So  much  allures  the  taste. 

5  No  treasures  so  enrich  the  mind ; 

Nor  shall  thy  word  be  sold 

For  loads  of  silver  well  refined, 

Or  heaps  of  choicest  gold. 

6  When  nature  sinks,  and  spirits  droop, 

Thy  promises  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  support  my  hope, — 
And  there  I  write  thy  praise. 


A-men. 


g2       Psalm  cxxi. 

/.  Watts. 


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I    T  TPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes  ;  From  God  is  all  my  aid ; 
^      The  God  that  built  the  skies,  And  earth  and  nature 
made : 


God  is  the  tower 
To  which  I  fly  ; 


His  grace  is  nigh 
In  every  hour. 


2  My  feet  shall  never  slide,  Nor  fall  in  fatal  snares, 

Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide,  Defends  me  from  my  fears  : 


Those  wakeful  eyes, 
That  never  sleep, 


Shall  Israel  keep 
When  dangers  rise. 


S3- 


PSALM  CXXII. 


66 


82.       CONTINUED. 

N    r»    N    N 


3  No  burning  heats  by  day,  Nor  blasts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away,  If  God  be  with  me  there 


To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 


Thou  art  my  sun 
And  thou  my  shade 
4  Hast  thou  not  given  thy  word  To  save  my  soul  from 
death  ? 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord  To  keep  my  mortal  breath  ; 


I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 

go       Psalm  cxxii.  1-4,  6-9. 

**         /.  Watts. 


Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home. 


4 — l- 


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Dalston.     S.  P.  M. 

A.  Williams. 


ffT  r  rpiP  Npi 


HOW  pleased  and  blest  was  I,  To  hear  the  people  cry,- 
"  Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day  !  " 
Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal,  We  haste  to  Zion's  hill, 

And  there  our  vows  and  honors  pay. 
Zion,  thrice  happy  place,  Adorned  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round ; 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear  To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 
The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  sound. 


67 


PSALM  CXXII. 


84. 


3  May  peace  attend  thy  gate,  And  joy  within  thee  wait 

To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest : 
The  man  that  seeks  thy  peace,  And  wishes  thine  increase, 
A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest ! 

4  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, — "  Peace  to  this  sacred 

house! " 
For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell : 
And  since  my  glorious  God  Makes  thee  his  blest 

abode, 
My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well. 


A-men. 


g^       Psalm  cxxii.  1-4. 

J.  Merrick. 


Merrick.     C.  P.  M. 

J.  B.  Dykes. 


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1  'THE  festal  morn,  my  God,  is  come, 

-L      That  calls  me  to  thy  hallowed  dome, 

Thy  presence  to  adore ; 
My  feet  the  summons  shall  attend, 
With  willing  steps  thy  courts  ascend, 

And  tread  the  sacred  floor. 

2  With  jov  shall  I  behold  the  day, 
That  calls  my  thirsting  soul  away, — 

To  dwell  among  the  blest ! 
For,  lo !  my  great  Redeemer's  power 
Unfolds  the  everlasting  door, 

And  leads  me  to  his  rest ! 


3  Ev'n  now,  to  my  expecting  eyes, 

The  heaven-built  towers  of  Salem  rise; 
Ev'n  now.  with  glad  survey, 


85- 


PSALM  CXXV. 


68 


84.       CONTINUED. 


MERRICK. 


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I  view  her  mansions,  that  contain 
The  angel  forms,  a  beauteous  train, 
And  shine  with  cloudless  day. 

4  Hither,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 
Lo !  the  redeemed  of  God  ascend, 

Their  tribute  hither  bring  ; 
Here,  crowned  with  everlasting  joy, 
In  hymns  of  praise  their  tongues  employ, 

And  hail  th'  immortal  King. 


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A-men. 


gc-       Psalm  cxxv. 

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But  firm  as  Zion's  hill  They  ever  shall  abide ; 
As  mountains  shield  Jerusalem, 
||:  The  Lord  shall  be  a  shield  to  them.  :[ 


69 


PSALMS  CXXVI,    CXXX. 


86,  87. 


His  blessing  on  them  rests,  Like  freshening  dew  from  heaven, 
And  succor  from  his  throne  In  all  their  need  is  given  : 
Omnipotence  shall  guard  them  well, 
|:  And  peace  remain  on  Israel.  :|| 

One  like  the  Son  of  God  Is  walking  at  their  side, 
When  by  the  fervid  flame  And  fiery  furnace  tried  ; 
And  'tis  enough  that  he  is  near, 
|:  To  strengthen  them  in  every  fear.  :|| 


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86 


Psalm  cxxvi.  5,  6. 

G.  Burgess. 


Badea.     S.  M. 
German. 


rTvHE  harvest  dawn  is  near, 
•*■      The  year  delays  not  long  ; 
And  he  who  sows  with  many  a  tear, 
Shall  reap  with  many  a  song. 

Sad  to  his  toil  he  goes, 

His  seed  with  weeping  leaves ; 
But  he  shall  come,  at  twilight's  close, 

And  bring  his  golden  sheaves. 


A-men. 


g»7       Psalm  cxxx. 

'  H.  W.  Baker. 


MONSELL.       S.  M. 
J.  Barnby. 


i   /^\UT  of  the  deep  I  call, 
^-^     To  thee,  O  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
Before  thy  throne  of  grace  I  fall, 
Be  merciful  to  me. 

2  Out  of  the  deep  I  cry, 
The  woeful  deep  of  sin, 
Of  evil  done  in  days  gone  by, 
Of  evil  now  within. 


88. 


PSALM  CXXX. 


70 


87.       CONTINUED 


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3  Out  of  the  deep  of  fear, 

And  dread  of  coming  shame, 
From  morning  watch  till  night  is  near 
I  plead  the  precious  Name. 

4  Lord,  there  is  mercy  now, 

As  ever  was  with  thee ; 
Before  thy  throne  of  grace  I  bow, 
Be  merciful  to  me. 


■^---^ 


A-men. 


gg      Psalm  cxxx.  1-5,  7. 

/.  Watts. 


Martyrdom.     C.  M. 

H.  Wilson. 


U11  Hi       Hi— l-n— 'tt^-Ri — j— h — l-n-^-. 1— 1-. 1- 


1  OUT  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress, 
^     The  borders  of  despair, 

I  sent  my  cries  to  seek  thy  grace, — 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God,  should  thy  severer  eye, 

And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 
No  mortal  flesh  could  stand. 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God, 

For  crimes  of  high  degree  ; 
Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood, 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

4  I  wait  for  thy  salvation,  Lord, 

With  strong  desires  I  wait ; 
My  soul,  invited  by  thy  word, 
Stands  watching  at  thy  gate. 


7i 


PSALM  CXXXIL 


89. 


5  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Israel  trust, 
Let  Israel  seek  his  face  ; 
The  Lord  is  good,  as  well  as  just, 
And  plenteous  is  his  grace. 


A -men. 


gg       Psalm  cxxxii.  S,  13-18. 

^         /.  Watts. 


St.  Martin's.     C.  M. 

W.  Tansur. 


i     A  RISE,  O  King  of  grace,  arise, 
^*-     And  enter  to  thy  rest ; 
Lo  !  thy -church  waits,  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  owned  and  blest. 

2  Enter,  with  all  thy  glorious  train, — 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  such  grace  afford. 

3  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows ; 

Here  let  thy  praise  be  spread : 
Bless  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 
And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

4  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  Anointed  shine  ; 
Justice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  power  divine. 

5  Here  let  him  hold  a  lasting  throne; 

And,  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Fresh  honors  shall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  shame  confound  his  foes. 


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A-men. 


90,  pi. 


PSALMS  CXXXfff,    CXXXVII. 


72 


Psalm  cxxxiii 

/.  Watts. 


Dennis.     S.  M. 

J.  G.  Nageli. 


1  OLEST  are  the  sons  of  peace, 

*-*     Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one  ; 
Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please, 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Blest  is  the  pious  house, 

Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet ; 
Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 

3  Thus  when  on  Aaron's  head 

They  poured  the  rich  perfume, 
The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  spread, 
And  pleasure  filled  the  room. 

4  Thus  on  the  heavenly  hills 

The  saints  are  blest  above, 
Where  joy  like  morning  dew  distills, 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 


91 


Psalm  cxxxvii. 

T.  Dwight. 


1, 5-7. 


BOYLSTON.      S.  M. 
L.  Mason. 


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T   LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
-■-     The  house  of  thine  abode, 
The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

I  love  thy  church,  O  God ! 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 

And  graven  on  thy  hand. 


73 


PSALM  CXXXVII. 


92. 


3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 
For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 


4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

i  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Jesus,  thou  Friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour,  and  our  King, 
Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe, 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 

6  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  ot  heaven. 


Q2      Psalm  cxxxvii.  1-4. 

"  H.  F.  Lyte. 


Chebar.     S.  M. 
H.  J.  Gauntlett. 


1  "PAR  from  my  heavenly  home, 
-■-       Far  from  my  Father's  breast, 
Fainting,  I  cry,  "  Blest  Spirit,  come, 

And  speed  me  to  my  rest!  " 

2  Upon  the  willows  long 

My  harp  has  silent  hung ; 
How  should  I  sing  a  cheerful  song, 
Till  thou  inspire  my  tongue? 

3  My  spirit  homeward  turns, 

And  fain  would  thither  flee  : 
My  heart,  O  Zion,  droops  and  yearns, 
When  I  remember  thee. 


93- 


PSALM  CXXXIX. 


74 


CONTINUED 


CHEBAR. 


4  To  thee,  to  thee  I  press — 

A  dark  and  toilsome  road  : 
When  shall  I  pass  the  wilderness, 
And  reach  the  saints'  abode? 

5  God  of  my  life,  be  near ; 

On  thee  my  hopes  I  cast : 
O  guide  me  through  the  desert  here, 
And  bring  me  home  at  last ! 


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93 


Psalm  cxxxix.  i-6 

/.  Watts. 


Dundee.    C.  M. 

Scottish. 

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i    T  N  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee, 
-*-      In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thine  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 

Before  they're  formed  within ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 

4  O  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  and  high ! 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arm  I  lie, 
Beset  on  every  side. 


75 


PSALM   CXLV. 


94,  95- 


5  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 
And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill, 
Secured  by  sovereign  love. 


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qa       Psalm  cxlv.  7-9,  15,  16. 

"  "*"        /.  Watts. 


A-men. 
Armagh.     C.  M. 

y.   Turle. 


i    CWEET  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace, 
^     My  God,  my  heavenly  King  ! 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteousness, 
In  sounds  of  glory,  sing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  not  confines 

His  goodness  to  the  skies ; 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  shines, 
And  every  want  supplies. 

3  How  kind  are  thy  compassions,  Lord  ! 

How  slow  thine  anger  moves! 
But  soon  he  sends  his  pardoning  word, 
To  cheer  the  souls  he  loves. 

4  Creatures,  with  all  their  endless  race, 

Thy  power  and  praise  proclaim  ; 
But  saints,  that  taste  thy  richer  grace, 
Delight  to  bless  thy  name. 


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"         /.  Watts. 


Thanksgiving.     L.  M. 

J.  B.  Dykes. 


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AyT  Y  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise 
*y*-     Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 


96. 


PSALM  CXLVI. 


76 


CONTINUED. 
I 


THANKSGIVING. 


The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear ; 
And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty,  done  for  thee. 

Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succession  of  thy  praise ; 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  song 
The  joy  and  labor  of  their  tongue. 

But  who  can  speak  thy  wondrous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds : 
Vast  and  unsearchable  thy  ways, — 
Vast  and  immortal  be  thy  praise. 


A-men. 


96 


Psalm  cxlvi. 

1.  Watts. 


Corner-stone.     L.  P.  M. 

Arr.  L.  W.  Bacon. 


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1  T'LL  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath; 
*■     And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God ; — he  made  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train 


77  PSALM  CXLVIII.  97 

His  truth  forever  stands  secure  ; 
He  saves  th'  oppressed,  he  feeds  the  poor ; 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

3  He  loves  his  saints, — he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell : 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  ; 
Let  every  tongue,  let  every  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage : 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 

4  I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
And,  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death. 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 


97 

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-*— '     From  distant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell ! 
Let  heaven  begin  the  solemn  word, 
And  sound  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

2  Wide  as  his  vast  dominion  lies, 

Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known ; 
Loud  as  his  thunder  shout  his  praise, 
And  sound  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 

3  Jehovah — 'tis  a  glorious  word  ! 

O  may  it  dwell  on  every  tongue ! 
But  saints,  who  best  have  known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raise  the  noblest  song. 


Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love, 
Which  Gabriel  plays  on  every  chord ; 

From  all  below,  and  all  above, 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord !  A-men. 


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1       Saints  within  his  courts  below, 
Angels  round  his  throne  above, 

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A-men. 


HYMNS. 


99 


To  the  Father  Almighty. 

C.  Wesley. 


Italian  Hymn.    6-4. 

F.  Giardini. 


i   POME,  thou  almighty  King, 
^-"     Help  us  thy  name  to  sing,  Help  us  to  praise ! 
Father  all-glorious,  O'er  all  victorious, 
Come  and  reign  over  us,  Ancient  of  Days. 


2  Jesus,  our  Lord,  arise, 

Scatter  our  enemies,  Now  make  them  fall ! 
Let  thine  almighty  aid  Our  sure  defence  be  made, 
Our  souls  on  thee  be  stayed —  Lord,  hear  our  call ! 


3  Come,  holy  Comforter, 

Thy  sacred  witness  bear,  In  this  glad  hour ! 
Thou,  who  almighty  art,  Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart,  Spirit  of  power. 


4  To  the  great  One  in  Three, 

The  highest  praises  be,  Hence  evermore  ; 
Thy  sovereign  majesty  May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity  Love  and  adore. 


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PRAISE    TO   GOD., 


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Light  of  Light. 

J.  Mar  riot. 

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■*■      Chaos  and  darkness  heard,  And  took  their  flight, — 
Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray,  And  where  the  gospel's  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray,  "  Let  there  be  light !  " 

2  Thou  who  didst  come  to  bring, 

On  thy  redeeming  wing,  Healing  and  sight, — 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind,  Sight  to  the  inly  blind, — 
O,  now  to  all  mankind,  "  Let  there  be  light !  " 


3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 

Life-giving,  holy  Dove  !  Speed  forth  thy  flight : 
Move  on  the  waters'  face,  Bearing  the  lamp  of  grace, 


And  in  earth's  darkest  place,  "Let  there  be  light !  "    A-men. 

101 

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God  greater  than  our  Hearts. 

G.  P.  Morris. 

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St.  Agnes.     C.  M. 

J.  B.  Dykes. 


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^     All  thoughts  that  should  not  be 

And  in  its  deep  recesses  trace 
My  gratitude  to  thee ! 

2  Hearer  of  prayer !  O,  guidearight 

Each  word  and  deed  of  mine  ; 
Life's  battle  teach  me  how  to  fight, 
And  be  the  victory  thine. 


PRAISE    TO   GOD. 


102. 


3  Father,  and  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost! 
Thou  glorious  Three  in  One! 
Thou  knowest  best  what  I  need  most, 
And  let  thy  will  be  done. 


A-men. 


102      Thrice-Holy. 

R.  Heber. 


Nicaea.     Irregular. 
J.  B.  Dykes. 


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*-  -*■     Early  in  the  morning  our  song  shall  rise  to  thee : 
Holy,  holy,  holy!  merciful  and  mighty! 
God  in  Three  Persons,  blessed  Trinity. 

2  Holy,  holy,  holy  !  all  the  saints  adore  thee, 

Casting  down  their  golden  crowns  around  the  glassy  sea 
Cherubim  and  seraphim  falling  down  before  thee, 
Which  wert,  and  art,  and  evermore  shalt  be. 

3  Holy,  holy,  holy  !  though  the  darkness  hide  thee, 

Though  the  eye  of  sinful  man  thy  glory  may  not  see, 
Only  thou  art  holy ;  there  is  none  beside  thee 
Perfect  in  power,  in  love,  and  purity. 

4  Holy,  holy,  holy  !  Lord  God  Almighty  ! 

All  thy  works  shall  praise  thy  name,  in  earth  and 
sky  and  sea ; 
Holy,  holy,  holy !  merciful  and  mighty ! 

God  in  Three  Persons,  blessed  Trinity  !  A-men. 


103,  104- 


PRAISE    TO  GOD. 


82 


103 


To  the  God  of  our  Salvation. 

A.  T.Russell. 


Cilicia.     888. 
y.  B.  Dykes. 


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2  O  Son  of  God,  for  sinners  slain, 

We  bless  thee,  Lord,  whose  dying  pain 
For  us  did  endless  life  regain. 

3  O  Holy  Ghost,  whose  guardian  care 
Doth  us  for  heavenly  joys  prepare, 
May  we  in  thy  communion  share. 

4  O  God  of  life,  whose  power  benign 
Doth  o'er  the  world  in  mercy  shine, 
Accept  our  praise,  for  we  are  thine. 


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104 


Our  Guard  and  Guide. 

y.  Edmeston. 


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■"     O'er  the  world's  tempestuous  sea; 
Guard  us,  guide  us,  keep  us,  feed  us, 

For  we  have  no  help  but  thee ; 
Yet  possessing  every  blessing, 
If  our  God  our  Father  be. 


83 


PRAISE    TO   GOD. 


105. 


Saviour !  breathe  forgiveness  o'er  us  ; 

All  our  weakness  thou  dost  know ; 
Thou  didst  tread  this  earth  before  us  ; 

Thou  didst  feel  its  keenest  woe ; 
Lone  and  dreary,  faint  and  weary, 

Through  the  desert  thou  didst  go. 


Spirit  of  our  God  !  descending, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  joy 

Love  with  every  passion  blending, 
Pleasure  that  can  never  cloy  ; 

Thus  provided,  pardoned,  guided, 
Nothing  can  our  peace  destroy. 


A-men. 


Nun  danket  alle  Gott, 


WlTTEMBERG.      67,67;  66,66. 
Cr tiger.    A  rr.  Mendelssohn. 


1VTOW  thank  we  all  our  God,  With  heart,  and  hands,  and 

-L^  voices, 

Who   wondrous    things   hath   done,    In   whom    his   world 

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Who,  from  our  mother's  arms,  Hath  bless'd  us  on  our  way 
With  countless  gifts  of  love,  And  still  is  ours  to-day. 


2  O  may  this  bounteous  God  Through  all  our  life  be  near  us, 
With  ever-joyful  hearts  And  blessed  peace  to  cheer  us ; 
And  keep  us  in  his  grace,  And  guide  us  when  perplexed, 
And  free  us  from  all  ills  In  this  world  and  the  next. 


io6. 


PRAISE    TO   GOD. 


84 


I06      Creator-Preserver. 

H.  W.  Baker. 


Alleyn.     87,87  ;  887. 

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1  O  ING  praise  to  God,  who  reigns  above, 
^     The  God  of  all  creation, 

The  God  of  power,  the  God  of  love, 

The  God  of  our  salvation  ; 
With  healing  balm  my  soul  he  fills, 
And  every  faithless  murmur  stills 

To  God  all  praise  and  glory. 

2  What  God's  almighty  power  hath  made 

His  gracious  mercy  keepeth ; 
By  morning  glow  or  evening  shade 

His  watchful  eye  ne'er  sleepeth ; 
Within  the  kingdom  of  his  might 
Lo  !  all  is  just  and  all  is  right ; 

To  God  all  praise  and  glory. 

3  The  Lord  is  never  far  away  ; 

But,  through  all  grief  distressing, 
An  ever-present  help  and  stay, 

Our  peace  and  joy  and  blessing  : 
As  with  a  mother's  tender  hand 
He  leads  his  own,  his  chosen  band ; 

To  God  all  praise  and  glory. 


85 


PRAISE    TO   GOD. 


Thus  all  my  toilsome  way  along 

I  sing  aloud  thy  praises, 
That  men  may  hear  the  grateful  song 

My  voice  unwearied  raises : 
Be  joyful  in  the  Lord,  my  heart ; 
Both  soul  and  body  bear  your  part ; 

To  God  all  praise  and  glory. 


107. 


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A-men. 


God  our  Strong  Tower 


Cecilia.     8-7.     Iamb. 

J.  B.  Dykes. 


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*  V      In  heaven  and  earth  possesses ; 
Who  looks  in  love  to  Christ  above, 
No  fear  his  heart  oppresses. 

2  Tn  thee  alone,  dear  Lord,  we  own 

Sweet  hope  and  consolation  ; 
Our  shield  from  foes,  our  balm  for  woes, 
Our  great  and  sure  salvation  ! 

3  Thy  rod  and  staff  shall  keep  us  safe, 

And  guide  our  steps  forever ; 
Nor  shades  of  death,  nor  hell  beneath, 
Our  souls  from  thee  shall  sever. 


4  In  all  the  strife  of  mortal  life 

Our  feet  shall  stand  securely ; 
Temptation's  hour  shall  lose  its  power 
For  thou  shalt  guard  us  surely. 

5  O  God,  renew,  with  heavenly  dew, 

Our  body,  soul,  and  spirit, 
Until  we  stand  at  thy  right  hand, 
Through  Jesus'  saving  merit. 


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io8,  109. 


PRAISE    TO   GOD. 


86 


108 


The  Present  God. 

Tr.  J.  Wesley. 


Ensign.    L.  M. 

J.  B.  Calkin. 


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'     And  own  how  dreadful  is  this  place 
Let  all  within  us  feel  his  power, 

And  silent  bow  before  his  face. 
Lo,  God  is  here! — him  day  and  night 

United  choirs  of  angels  sing ; 
To  him,  enthroned  above  all  height. 

Let  saints  their  humble  worship  bring. 
Lord  God  of  hosts !  O  may  our  praise 

Thy  courts  with  grateful  incense  fill : 
Still  may  we  stand  before  thy  face, 

Still  hear  and  do  thy  sovereign  will. 


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109 


The  Lord  is  King 

y.  Conder. 

J    1J„  J.    1    I 


Trenton.     L.  M. 

Shields. 


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O  earth,  and  all  ye  heavens,  rejoice ! 
From  world  to  world  the  joy  shall  ring  : 
The  Lord  omnipotent  is  King. 
The  Lord  is  King !  who  then  shall  dare 
Resist  his  will,  distrust  his  care  ? 
Holy  and  true  are  all  his  ways : 
Let  every  creature  speak  his  praise. 


87 


FOR  HIS  ATTRIBUTES. 


110. 


3  The  Lord  is  King  !  exalt  your  strains, 

Ye  saints,  your  God,  your  Father,  reigns ; 

One  Lord,  one  empire,  all  secures : 

He  reigns, — and  life  and  death  are  yours. 

4  O  when  his  wisdom  can  mistake, 
His  might  decay,  his  love  forsake, 
Then  may  his  children  cease  to  sing, — 
The  Lord  omnipotent  is  King. 


11Q      The  Lord  reigneth. 

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i   HTHE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns :  His  throne  is  built  on  high  ; 
•*-      The  garments  he  assumes,  Are  light  and  majesty. 
His  glories  shine  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  eye  can  bear  the  sight. 

2  The  thunders  of  his  hand  Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe ; 
His  wrath  and  justice  stand  To  guard  his  holy  law ; 

And  where  his  love  resolves  to  bless, 
His  truth  confirms  and  seals  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  ancient  works  Surprising  wisdom  shines, 
Confounds  the  powers  of  hell,  And  breaks  their  curst  designs, 

Strong  is  his  arm,  and  shall  fulfill 
His  great  decrees,  his  sovereign  will. 

4  And  can  this  mighty  King  Of  glory  condescend  ? 

And  will  he  write  his  name,  My  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 
I  love  his  name,  I  love  his  word ; 
Join  all  my  powers,  and  praise  the  Lord. 


Ill,  112. 


PRAISE    TO   GOD 


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To  the  God  of  Abraham. 

T.  Olivers. 


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-*■      Ancient  of  everlasting  days,  And  God  of  love : 
Jehovah,  great  I  am  !  By  earth  and  heaven  confessed, — 
I  bow  and  bless  the  sacred  name,  For  ever  blest. 

2  The  God  of  Abrah'm  praise,  At  whose  supreme  command 
From  earth  I  rise,  and  seek  the  joys  At  his  right  hand  : 

I  all  on  earth  forsake,  Its  wisdom,  fame  and  power ; 
And  him  my  only  portion  make,  My  shield  and  tower. 

3  He  by  himself  has  sworn ;  I  on  his  oath  depend  ; 
I  shall,  on  eagles'  wings  upborne,  To  heaven  ascend : 
I  shall  behold  his  face,  I  shall  his  power  adore, 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  his  grace  For  evermore. 


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112      ^OD  INFINITE- 

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Dundee.     C.  M. 

Scottish. 


i   /^*REAT  God,  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 
^J     What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made  : 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 


89 


FOR  HIS  ATTRIBUTES. 


113. 


3  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  in  thy  view  ; 
To  thee  there's  nothing  old  appears — 
Great  God,  there's  nothing  new. 

4  Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vexed  with  trifling  cares ; 
While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 

5  Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 

What  worthless  worms  are  we ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 


A-men. 


113 


God  Wonderful. 

F.  W.  Faber. 


BALERMA.      CM. 

Spanish  A  ?'r. 


i    A/T  Y  God,  how  wonderful  thou  art! 
1V1     Thy  majesty  how  bright ! 
How  glorious  is  thy  mercy-seat, 
In  depths  of  burning  light! 

2  Yet  I  may  love  thee  too,  O  Lord, 

Almighty  as  thou  art ; 
For  thou  hast  stooped  to  ask  of  me 
The  love  of  my  poor  heart. 

3  No  earthly  father  loves  like  thee, 

No  mother  half  so  mild 
Bears  and  forbears,  as  thou  hast  done 
With  me,  thy  sinful  child. 

4  My  God,  how  wonderful  thou  art, 

Thou  everlasting  Friend  ! 
On  thee  I  stay  my  trusting  heart, 
Till  faith  in  vision  end. 


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A-men. 


H4,  H5. 


PRAISE    TO  GOD 


90 


114 


Everlasting  Strength 

M.  Bruce, 


London.    C.  M. 


i   C  UPREME  in  wisdom  as  in  power, 
^     The  Rock  of  Ages  stands ; 
We  see  him  not,  yet  may  we  trace 
The  working  of  his  hands. 

2  He  gives  the  conquest  to  the  weak, 

Supports  the  fainting  heart, 
And  courage  in  the  evil  hour 
His  heavenly  aids  impart. 

3  Mere  human  power  shall  fast  decay, 

And  youthful  vigor  cease ; 
But  they  who  wait  upon  the  Lord 
In  strength  shall  still  increase. 

4  They  with  unwearied  feet  shall  tread 

The  path  of  life  divine  ; 
With  growing  ardor  onward  move, 
With  growing  brightness  shine. 

5  On  eagles'  wings  they  mount,  they  soar- 

The  wings  of  faith  and  love ; 
Till,  past  the  cloudy  regions  here, 
They  rise  to  heaven  above. 


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A-men. 


115 


Trust  in  the  Faithful  Creator. 

Gerhard.     Tr.  Wesley. 

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To  his  sure  truth  and  tender  care 
Who  earth  and  heaven  commands. 


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FOR  HIS  ATTRIBUTES. 


116. 


2  Who  points  the  clouds  their  course, 

Whom  winds  and  seas  obey, — 
He  shall  direct  thy  wandering  feet, 
He  shall  prepare  thy  way. 

3  Then  on  the  Lord  rely  ; 

So  safe  shalt  thou  go  on ; 
Fix  on  his  work  thy  stedfast  eye, 
So  shall  thy  work  be  done. 

4  Thy  everlasting  truth, 

Father,  thy  ceaseless  love, 
Sees  all  thy  children's  wants  and  knows 
What  best  for  each  will  prove. 

5  And  whatsoe'er  thou  wilt 

Thou  dost,  O  King  of  kings ; 
What  thy  unerring  wisdom  chose 
Thy  power  to  being  brings. 

6  Thou  everywhere  hast  sway 

And  all  things  serve  thy  might. 
Thy  every  act  pure  blessing  is, 
Thy  path  unsullied  light. 


A-men. 


1 1 6      Wisdom  and  Love. 

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1  /^*OD  is  love;  his  mercy  brightens 
^-*  All  the  path  in  which  we  rove ; 
Bliss  he  wakes,  and  woe  he  lightens  ; 

God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever ; 
Man  decays,  and  ages  move ; 

But  his  mercy  waneth  never ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 


ii7. 


PRAISE    TO   GOD 


92 


Il6.       CONTINUED. 


RATHBUN. 


3  Ev'n  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth, 

Will  his  changeless  goodness  prove ; 
From  the  gloom  his  brightness  streameth  : 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above : 
Everywhere  his  glory  shineth  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 


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A-men. 


117 


God  our  Sun. 

O.  W.Holmes. 


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'     Thy  glory  flames  from  sun  and  star ; 
Center  and  soul  of  every  sphere, 
Yet  to  each  loving  heart  how  near  ! 

Sun  of  our  life,  thy  quickening  ray 
Sheds  on  our  path  the  glow  of  day ; 
Star  of  our  hope,  thy  softened  light 
Cheers  the  long  watches  of  the  night. 

Our  midnight  is  thy  smile  withdrawn; 
Our  noontide  is  thy  gracious  dawn ; 
Our  rainbow  arch  thy  mercy's  sign  ; 
All,  save  the  clouds  of  sin,  are  thine ! 


93 


FOR  HIS  ATTRIBUTES. 


118. 


4  Lord  of  all  life,  below,  above, 

Whose  light  is  truth,  whose  warmth  is  love, 
Before  thy  ever-blazing  throne 
We  ask  no  luster  of  our  own. 


5  Grant  us  thy  truth,  to  make  us  free, 
And  kindling  hearts  that  burn  for  thee, 
Till  all  thy  living  altars  claim 
One  holy  light,  one  heavenly  flame ! 


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A-men. 


jg      Life,  Light,  Love 

J.  Wesley,  Transl. 


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-■-      Of  all  things  thou  alone  the  end : 
On  thee  still  fix  our  wavering  heart ; 
1 :  To  thee  let  all  our  actions  tend.  :|| 

2  Thou,  Lord,  art  light ;  thy  native  ray 

No  change  nor  shadow  ever  knows ; 
To  our  dark  souls  thy  light  display, 
|:  Thy  glory  of  thy  face  disclose.  :[ 

3  Thou,  Lord,  art  love;  the  fountain  thou 

Whence  mercy  unexhausted  flows  ; 
On  barren  hearts,  O  shed  it  now, 
[:  And  make  the  desert  bear  the  rose!  :|| 

4  So  shall  our  every  power  to  thee 

In  love  and  holy  service  rise ; 
And  body,  soul,  and  spirit  be 
|:  Thy  ever-living  sacrifice.  :|| 


A-men. 


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PRAISE    TO   GOD. 


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^-^     My  grateful  powers  shall  sound  thy  praise 
The  song  shall  wake  with  opening  light, 

|:  And  warble  to  the  silent  night.  :|| 

2  When  anxious  cares  would  break  my  rest, 
And  grief  would  tear  my  throbbing  breast, 
Thy  tuneful  praises  raised  on  high 

|:  Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh.  :|| 

3  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  my  powers  of  language  fail, 

Joy  through  my  swimming  eyes  shall  break, 
|| :  And  mean  the  thanks  I  cannot  speak.  :|| 

4  But  O,  when  that  last  conflict's  o'er, 
And  I  am  chained  to  flesh  no  more, 
With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise, 

|:  To  join  the  music  of  the  skies  !  :|| 

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1WT  Y  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love ! 
1V1     Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new  ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above, 
Gently  distill  like  early  dew. 


95 


FOR  HIS    WORKS. 


121. 


2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

Great  guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours  ; 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command ; 

To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 


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A-men. 


121       God's  Infinite  Love. 

E.  Scudder. 


Southwell.     CM. 

H.  S.  Irons. 


i  'THOU  grace  divine,  encircling  all, 
-L      A  shoreless,  soundless  sea, 
Wherein  at  last  our  souls  must  fall, — 
O  love  of  God  most  free  ! 

2  When  over  dizzy  heights  we  go, 
One  soft  hand  blinds  our  eyes, 
The  other  leads  us  safe  and  slow, — 
O  love  of  God  most  wise  ! 


3  And  though  we  turn  us  from  thy  face, 

And  wander  wide  and  long, 
Thou  hold'st  us  still  in  thine  embrace, — 
O  love  of  God  most  strong ! 

4  The  saddened  heart,  the  restless  soul, 

The  toil-worn  frame  and  mind, 
Alike  confess  thy  sweet  control, — 
O  love  of  God  most  kind  ! 

5  And,  filled  and  quickened  by  thy  breath, 

Our  souls  are  strong  and  free 
To  rise  o'er  sin  and  fear  and  death, 
O  love  of  God,  to  thee  ! 


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122. 


PRAISE    TO   GOD. 


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■1^-     Sing  out  with  exultation  ; 

Rejoice  and  praise  our  mighty  Lord, 
Whose  arm  hath  wrought  salvation ; 

His  works  of  love  proclaim  the  greatness  of  his  name ; 

For  he  is  God  alone,  who  hath  his  mercy  shown ; 
Let  all  his  saints  adore  him  ! 

2  When  in  distress  to  him  we  cried, 

He  heard  our  sad  complaining ; 
O  trust  in  him,  whate'er  betide, 
His  love  is  all-sustaining ; 
Triumphant  songs  of  praise  to  him  our  hearts  shall  raise, 
Now  every  voice  shall  say,  "  O  praise  our  God  alway ; " 
Let  all  his  saints  adore  him ! 

3  Rejoice  to-day  with  one  accord, 

Sing  out  with  exultation  ; 
Rejoice  and  praise  our  mighty  Lord, 
Whose  arm  hath  wrought  salvation ; 
His  works  of  love  proclaim  the  greatness  of  his  name  ; 
For  he  is  God  alone,  who  hath  his  mercy  shown ; 

Let  all  his  saints  adore  him !  A-men. 


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FOR  HIS    WORKS. 


123. 


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The  Giver  of  all  Good. 

C.  Wordsworth. 


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^-^     To  thee  all  praise  and  glory  be  : 
How  shall  we  show  our  love  to  thee, 

Who  givest  all  ? 

2  The  golden  sunshine,  vernal  air, 

Sweet  flowers  and  fruit  thy  love  declare : 
When  harvests  ripen,  thou  art  there, 
Who  givest  all. 

3  For  peaceful  homes,  and  healthful  days, 
For  all  the  blessings  earth  displays, 
We  owe  thee  thankfulness  and  praise, 

Who  givest  all. 

4  For  souls  redeemed,  for  sins  forgiven, 
For  means  of  grace  and  hopes  of  heaven, 
What  can  to  thee,  O  Lord,  be  given, 

Who  givest  all  ? 

5  We  lose  what  on  ourselves  we  spend, 
We  have  as  treasure  without  end 
Whatever,  Lord,  to  thee  we  lend, 

Who  givest  all. 

6  Whatever,  Lord,  we  lend  to  thee, 
Repaid  a  thousandfold  will  be  ; 
Then  gladly  will  we  give  to  thee, 

Who  givest  all. 


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PRAISE    TO   GOD. 


98 


124 


His  Bountiful  Care. 

R.  Grant. 


Lyons.    5  ;  6-5. 

M.  Haydn. 


1  r\  WORSHIP  the  King,  all-glorious  above; 
^-S     O  gratefully  sing  his  power  and  his  love  ! 
Our  Shield  and  Defender,  the  Ancient  of  days, 
Pavilioned  in  splendor,  surrounded  with  praise. 

2  Thy  bountiful  care  what  tongue  can  recite  ? 
It  breathes  in  the  air,  it  shines  in  the  light, 

It  streams  from  the  hills,  it  descends  to  the  plain, 
And  sweetly  distills  in  the  dew  and  the  rain. 

3  Frail  children  of  dust,  and  feeble  as  frail, 
In  thee  do  we  trust,  nor  find  thee  to  fail ; 

Thy  mercies  how  tender !  how  firm  to  the  end  ! 
Our  Maker,  Defender,  Redeemer  and  Friend. 


A-men. 


1 2  ^       ^IS  Wonderful  Name.  Lyons.     5  ;  6-5. 

**        C.  Wesley.  M.  Haydn. 

i   VE  servants  of  God,  your  Master  proclaim, 
■*■      And  publish  abroad  his  wonderful  name  : 
The  name  all  victorious,  of  Jesus  extol ; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious,  he  rules  over  all. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high,  almighty  to  save ; 
And  still  he  is  nigh  ;  his  presence  we  have  : 
The  great  congregation  his  triumph  shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation  to  Jesus,  our  King. 

3  "  Salvation  to  God  who  sits  on  the  throne," 
Let  all  cry  aloud,  and  honor  the  Son : 

Our  Saviour's  high  praises  the  angels  proclaim, — 
Fall  down  on  their  faces  and  worship  the  Lamb. 


99 


FOR  HIS    WORKS. 


126. 


4  Then  let  us  adore,  and  give  him  his  right — 
All  glory  and  power  and  wisdom  and  might ; 
All  honor  and  blessing,  with  angels  above, 
And  thanks  never  ceasing,  and  infinite  love ! 


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126 


A  Life's  Mercies. 

J.  Addison. 


A-men. 
Evan.    C.  M. 

IV.  H.  Haver  gal. 


i  V\7HEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 
*  *       My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  Unnumbered  comforts  on  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 

3  When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  conveyed  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

4  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

5  Through  every  period  of  my  life, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  ; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

6  Through  all  eternity,  to  thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise  : 

But  O,  eternity's  too  short 

To  utter  all  thy  praise  ! 


A-men. 


127- 


PRAISE    TO   GOD 


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Sorrento.    7s.  D. 

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T  ORD  of  earth !  thy  forming  hand 

■*— '     Well  this  beauteous  frame  hath  planned,- 

Woods  that  wave,  and  hills  that  tower, 

Ocean  rolling  in  his  power : 

Yet  amid  this  scene  so  fair, 

Should  I  cease  thy  smile  to  share, 

What  were  all  its  joys  to  me  ? 

Whom  have  I  on  earth  but  thee? 

Lord  of  heaven  !  beyond  our  sight 
Shines  a  world  of  purer  light ; 
There  in  love's  unclouded  reign 
Parted  hands  shall  meet  again : 
O  that  world  is  passing  fair  ! 
Yet,  if  thou  wert  absent  there, 
What  were  all  its  joys  to  me  ? 
Whom  have  I  in  heaven  but  thee  ? 


Lord  of  earth  and  heaven  !  my  breast 
Seeks  in  thee  its  only  rest : 
I  was  lost,  thy  accents  mild 
Homeward  lured  thy  wandering  child, 
O  should  once  thy  smile  divine 
Cease  upon  my  soul  to  shine, 
What  were  earth  or  heaven  to  me? 
Whom  have  I  in  each  but  thee  ? 


101 


FOR  HIS    WORKS. 


128. 


128      Constant  Mercy. 

Miss  H.  M.  Williams. 


Brattle  Street.    C.  M.  D. 

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1  \\  7*HILE  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power, 

*  *       Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled  ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  filled. 
Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed ; 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar ; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed ; 

That  mercy  I  adore. 

2  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 

Because  conferred  by  thee. 
In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 

Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 


When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 

My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 
My  lifted  eye  without  a  tear 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear ; 

That  heart  shall  rest  on  thee. 


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A-men. 


129, 130. 


PRAISE    TO   GOD 


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Grateful  Praise. 

A  nne  Steele. 


Croydon.     S.  M. 

L.  West. 


i    A/T Y  Maker  and  my  King ! 
«!■*•*■     To  thee  my  all  I  owe ; 
Thy  sovereign  bounty  is  the  spring, 
Whence  all  my  blessings  flow. 


2  The  creature  of  thy  hand, 
On  thee  alone  I  live ; 
My  God,  thy  benefits  demand 
More  praise  than  life  can  give. 


3  Lord,  what  can  I  impart, 

When  all  is  thine  before  ? 
Thy  love  demands  a  thankful  heart ; 
The  gift,  alas,  how  poor ! 

4  Shall  I  withhold  thy  due  ? 

And  shall  my  passions  rove  ? 
Lord,  form  this  wretched  heart  anew, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  love. 


A-men. 


130 


For  fruitful  Seasons. 

Mrs.  Barbauld. 


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1   TD RAISE  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
^     For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days ; 
Bounteous  source  of  every  joy  ! 
Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ. 


103 


FOR  HIS    WORKS. 


131. 


2  Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain, 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripened  grain  ; 
Clouds  that  drop  their  fattening  dews, 
Suns  that  temperate  warmth  diffuse : — 

3  All  that  spring  with  bounteous  hand 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land ; 

All  that  liberal  autumn  pours 
From  her  rich  o'erflowing  stores  : — 


Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise  : 
And  when  every  blessing's  flown, 
Love  thee  for  thyself  alone. 


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A-men. 


131 


Everywhere  with  God. 

M'tne.  Guy  on.     Tr.  Coivper. 


Nazareth.     L.  M. 

61.  Webbe. 
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i   f^\  LORD,  how  full  of  sweet  content 
^^     Our  years  of  pilgrimage  are  spent ! 
Where'er  we  dwell,  we  dwell  with  thee, 
In  heaven,  in  earth,  or  on  the  sea. 

2  To  us  remains  nor  place  nor  time ; 
Our  country  is  in  every  clime : 
We  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
On  any  shore,  since  God  is  there. 

3  While  place  we  seek,  or  place  we  shun, 
The  soul  finds  happiness  in  none ; 

But  with  our  God  to  guide  our  way, 
'Tis  equal  joy  to  go  or  stay 

4  Could  we  be  cast  where  thou  art  not, 
That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot ; 
But  regions  none  remote  we  call, 
Secure  of  finding  God  in  all. 


132, 133- 


PRAISE    TO   GOD 


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i    p  TERN AL  Source  of  light  divine! 
"■—*     Fountain  of  unexhausted  love  ! 
O  let  thy  glories  on  me  shine, 

From  earth  beneath,  from  heaven  above ! 

2  Thou  art  the  weary  wanderer's  rest ; 

Give  me  thine  easy  yoke  to  bear ; 
With  steadfast  patience  arm  my  breast, 
With  spotless  love  and  lowly  fear. 

3  Be  thou,  O  Rock  of  Ages,  nigh, 

So  shall  each  murmuring  thought  be  gone, 
And  grief  and  fear  and  care  shall  fly, 
As  clouds  before  the  midday  sun. 


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A-men. 


j  00      A  Blessed  Thought. 

0k5        J.H.  Gilmore. 


He  Leadeth  Me.     L.  M.  D. 

W.  B.  Bradbury  ;  by  per. 

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i    IT  E  leadeth  me  !  O  blessed  thought ! 

*-*-     O  words  with  heavenly  comfort  fraught ! 
Whatever  I  do,  where'er  I  be, 
Still  'tis  God's  hand  that  leadeth  me ! 
CHORUS. — He  leadeth  me!  He  leadeth  me  ! 
By  his  own  hand  he  leadeth  me  ; 
His  faithful  follower  I  would  be, 
For  by  his  hand  he  leadeth  me. 


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134. 


Sometimes  'mid  scenes  of  deepest  gloom, 
Sometimes  where  Eden's  bowers  bloom, 
By  waters  still,  o'er  troubled  sea — 
Still  'tis  his  hand  that  leadeth  me ! — Chorus. 


Lord,  I  would  clasp  thy  hand  in  mine. 

Nor  ever  murmur  nor  repine, 

Content,  whatever  lot  I  see, 

Since  'tis  my  God  that  leadeth  me. — Chorus. 


4  And  when  my  task  on  earth  is  done, 
When,  by  thy  grace,  the  victory's  won, 
Ev'n  death's  cold  wave  I  will  not  flee, 
Since  God  through  Jordan  leadeth  me. — Chorus. 


God's  tender  Care. 

Unknown  Writer. 

>g— i— 1— j,    1    1,    |. 


St.  Agnes.     C.  M. 

J.  B.  Dykes. 


i   T^ROM  the  first  dawn  of  infant  life 
F      Thy  goodness  we  have  shared, 
And  still  we  live  to  sing  thy  praise, 
By  sovereign  mercy  spared. 

2  To  seek  thy  grace,  to  do  thy  will, 
O  Lord,  our  hearts  incline  ; 
And  o'er  the  paths  of  future  life 
Command  thy  light  to  shine. 


While  taught  to  read  the  word  of  truth, 

May  we  that  word  receive  ; 
And  when  we  hear  of  Jesus'  name, 

In  that  blest  name  believe. 


135- 


PRAISE    TO   GOD 


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134.      CONTINUED 
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ST.    AGNES. 


4  Let  not  our  feet  incline  to  tread 
Sin's  broad  destructive  road ; 
But  trace  those  holy  paths  which  lead 
To  glory  and  to  God. 


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joqj      Pilgrim's  Hymn. 


P.  &  W.  Williams. 

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Welch 

E.  J.  Hofkins. 


A-men. 
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/^*UIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
^Jr     Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land : 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty, 

Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand ; 
Bread  of  heaven, 

Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 
Open  thou  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  waters  flow ; 
Let  the  fiery  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  : 
Strong  Deliverer, 

Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 
When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  the  swelling  stream  divide  : 
Death  of  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 

Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  : 
Songs  of  praises 

I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 


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A-men. 


107 


FOR  HIS    WORKS. 


136,  137. 


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Nehemiah  ix.  5. 

J.  Montgomery. 


Silver  Street.    S.  M. 

/.  Smith. 


i    CTAND  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 
^     Ye  people  of  his  choice  ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 
With  heart,  and  soul,  and  voice. 

2  O  for  a  living  flame 

From  his  own  altar  brought, 
To  touch  our  lips,  our  minds  inspire, 
And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought ! 

3  God  is  our  strength  and  song, 

And  his  salvation  ours  ; 
Then  be  his  love  in  Christ  proclaimed, 
With  all  our  ransomed  powers. 

4  Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  your  God  adore ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  his  glorious  name, 
Henceforth  for  evermore. 


A-men. 


137 


To  the  Covenant  God. 

P.  Doddridge. 


Bristol.     C.  M. 

E.  Hodges. 
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i   C\  GOD  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand 
^-^     Thy  people  still  are  fed  ; 
Who  through  this  weary  pilgrimage 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led  ; 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers  we  now  present, 
Before  thy  throne  of  grace : 
God  of  our  fathers,  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 


138. 


PRAISE    TO   GOD 


108 


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Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 
Our  wandering  footsteps  guide  : 

Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  nt  provide. 

O  spread  thy  covering  wings  around, 
Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 

And,  at  our  Father's  loved  abode, 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 

Such  blessings  from  thy  gracious  hand 
Our  humble  prayers  implore ; 

And  thou  shalt  be  our  chosen  God 
And  portion  evermore. 


A-men. 


jog      The  enduring  Word. 

^  H.  W.  Baker. 


Lucerne.     6s.  Tr. 

L.  W.  Bacon. 


i    T  ORD,  thy  word  abideth,  And  our  footsteps  guideth  ; 
-■— '     Who  its  truth  believeth  Light  and  joy  receiveth. 

When  our  foes  are  near  us,  Then  thy  word  doth  cheer  us, 
Word  of  consolation,  Message  of  salvation. 

2  When  the  storms  are  o'er  us,  And  dark  clouds  before  us, 
Then  its  light  directeth  And  our  way  protecteth. 

Who  can  tell  the  pleasure,  Who  recount  the  treasure, 
By  thy  word  imparted  To  the  simple-hearted  ? 


109 


FOR  HIS    WORD. 


139,  140. 


3  Word  of  mercy,  giving  Succor  to  the  living, 
Word  of  life,  supplying  Comfort  to  the  dying ! 

O,  that  Ave  discerning  Its  most  holy  learning, 
Lord, may  love  and  fear  thee,Evermore  be  near  thee ! 


139 


Praise  for  the  Bible. 

W.  Cowper. 


A-men. 

Arlington.     C.  M. 

T.  A.  Artie. 


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1  A    GLORY  gilds  the  sacred  page, 
***■     Majestic,  like  the  sun  ; 

It  gives  a  light  to  every  age ; 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

2  The  hand  that  gave  it,  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat ; 
Its  truths  upon  the  nations  rise, — 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

3  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

4  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  steps  of  him  I  love, 
Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view, 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 


1AQ      To  God  our  Saviour. 

^  I.  Watts. 


St.  Ann's.    C.  M. 

W.  Croft. 


A  RISE,  my  soul,  my  joyful  powers, 
^"^-     And  triumph  in  my  God  ; 
Awake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 
His  glorious  grace  abroad. 


141. 


PRAISE    TO   GOD 


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ST.   ANNS. 


2  He  raised  me  from  the  deeps  of  sin, 

The  gates  of  gaping  hell, 
And  fixed  my  standing  more  secure 
Than  'twas  before  I  fell. 

3  The  arms  of  everlasting  love, 

Beneath  my  soul  he  placed, 
And  on  the  Kock  of  ages  set 
My  slippery  footsteps  fast. 

4  The  city  of  my  blest  abode 

Is  walled  around  with  grace ; 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  stands, 
To  shield  the  sacred  place. 

5  Arise,  my  soul,  awake,  my  voice, 

And  tunes  of  pleasure  sing ; 
Loud  hallelujahs  shall  address 
My  Saviour  and  my  King. 


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A-men. 


141 


The  Glory  of  God's  Grace. 

/.  Watts. 


Oratory.     C.  M.  D. 

From  "  Oratory  Hymns" 


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*■       How  high  thy  wonders  rise ! 
Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, 
By  thousand  through  the  skies. 


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FOR  HIS  SALVATION. 


142. 


Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  power ; 

Their  motions  speak  thy  skill ; 
And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour 

We  read  thy  patience  still. 

But  when  we  view  thy  strange  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 

In  their  divinest  forms, — 
Our  thoughts  are  lost  in  reverent  awe  ; 

We  love,  and  we  adore : 
The  first  archangel  never  saw 

So  much  of  God  before. 


Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known ; 

Nor  dares  a  creature  guess 
Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone, 

The  justice,  or  the  grace. 
O  may  I  bear  some  humble  part 

In  heaven's  immortal  song : 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 

And  love  command  my  tongue. 


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142 


To  the  Only-wise  God. 

/.  Watts. 


St.  Michael's.    S.  M. 

John  Daye. 


I  T^O  GOD  the  only  wise, 

■*-      Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 


2  'Tis  his  almighty  love, 

His  counsel  and  his  care, 
Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  every  hurtful  snare. 


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3  He  will  present  our  souls, 

Unblemished  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 
Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 
And  make  his  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  Redeemer  God, 

Wisdom  and  power  belongs, 
Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 
And  everlasting  songs. 


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A-men. 


J  An       The  Glory  of  Christ. 

^         C.  Wesley. 


Warwick.     C.  M. 

J.  Stanley. 


1  C\  FOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
^-^     My  great  Redeemer's  praise, — 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 

The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, — 
To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honors  of  thy  name. 

3  Jesus !  the  name  that  calms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears ; 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 


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144. 


4  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin  ; 
He  sets  the  prisoner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean ; 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 


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The  Name  above  every  Name. 

J.  Nczuton. 


A-men. 
Beatitude.     CM. 

J.  B.  Dykes. 
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1  TJOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
-*•-*■     In  a  believer's  ear ! 

It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3  By  him,  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  defiled ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  owned  a  child. 


4  Jesus !  my  Shepherd,  Guardian,  Friend, 

My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King; 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

5  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

6  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim, 

With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name, 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 


1 — \— 

A-men. 


145- 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST. 


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145 


Hourly  Praise 

W.  Shrubsole. 


St.  Matthias.    L.  M.  61. 

W.  H.  Monk. 

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"lyl^HEN,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies, 
*  *       The  morning  light  salutes  mine  eyes, 
O  Sun  of  righteousness  divine, 
On  me  with  beams  of  mercy  shine  ; 
O  chase  the  clouds  of  guilt  away, 
And  turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

When  to  heaven's  great  and  glorious  King 
My  morning  sacrifice  I  bring, 
And,  mourning  o'er  my  guilt  and  shame, 
Ask  mercy  in  my  Saviour's  name ; 
Then,  Jesus,  sprinkle  with  thy  blood, 
And  be  my  advocate  with  God. 

When  each  day's  scenes  and  labors  close, 
And  wearied  nature  seeks  repose, 
With  pardoning  mercy  richly  blest, 
Guard  me,  my  Saviour,  while  I  rest : 
And  as  each  morning  sun  shall  rise, 
O  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies ! 


And  at  my  life's  last  setting  sun, 
My  conflicts  o'er,  my  labors  done, 
Jesus,  thy  heavenly  radiance  shed, 
To  cheer  and  bless  my  dying  bed — 
And  from  death's  gloom  my  spirit  raise 
To  see  thy  face  and  sing  thy  praise. 


A -men. 


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Gisborne. 


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^     My  soul,  adoring,  turns  to  thee ; 
Thee,  self-abased  in  mortal  guise, 

And  wrapt  in  shades  of  death  for  me. 

2  On  thee  my  waking  raptures  dwell, 

When  crimson  gleams  the  east  adorn ; 
Thee,  victor  of  the  grave  and  hell, 
Thee,  source  of  life's  eternal  morn. 

3  When  noon  her  throne  in  light  arrays, 

To  thee  my  soul  triumphant  springs ; 
Thee,  throned  in  glory's  endless  blaze, 
Thee,  Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings ! 

4  O'er  earth  when  shades  of  evening  steal, 

To  death  and  thee  my  thoughts  I  give ; 
To  death,  whose  power  I  soon  must  feel ; 
To  thee,  with  whom  I  trust  to  live. 


A-men. 


147 


Song  of  Jesus 

T.  Kelly. 

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Durham.     7s. 

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i    T  OYFUL  be  the  hours  to-day ; 
J      Joyful  let  the  season  be  ; 
Let  us  sing,  for  well  we  may  : 
Jesus !  we  will  sing  of  thee. 

2  Should  thy  people  silent  be, 

Then  the  very  stones  would  sing : 
What  a  debt  we  owe  to  thee, 

Thee,  our  Saviour,  thee,  our  King ! 


148. 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


116 


147. 


CONTINUED. 
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'Tis  thy  grace  alone  can  save  ; 

Every  blessing  comes  from  thee — 
All  we  have  and  hope  to  have, 

All  we  are  and  hope  to  be. 

Thine  the  Name  to  sinners  dear ! 

Thine  the  Name  all  names  before ! 
Blessed  here  and  everywhere ; 

Blessed  now  and  evermore  ! 


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A-men. 


14.8      Names  of  Christ. 

^  /.  Watts. 


Howitt.     H.  M 

J.  Zundel. 
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1    T  OIN  all  the  glorious  names  Of  wisdom,  love  and  power, 
J      That  ever  mortals  knew,  That  ever  angels  bore : 


All  are  too  mean  to  speak  his  worth, 
[:  Too  mean  to  set  my  Saviour  forth.  :|| 

Great  Prophet  of  my  God,  My  tongue  would  bless  thy  name 
By  thee  the  joyful  news  Of  our  salvation  came  ; 
The  joyful  news  of  sins  forgiven, 
J:  Of  hell  subdued  and  peace  with  heaven.  :|| 
Tesus,  my  great  High  Priest,  Offered  his  blood  and  died ; 
My  guilty  conscience  seeks  No  sacrifice  beside. 
His  powerful  blood  did  once  atone ; 
1 :  And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne.  :|| 


II7  IN  HIS  CHARACTERS.  149. 


4  O  thou  almighty  Lord,  my  Conqueror,  and  my  King, 
Thy  scepter  and  thy  sword,  thy  reigning  grace  I  sing. 
Thine  is  the  power ;  behold  I  sit 
|:  In  willing  bonds  beneath  thy  feet.  :|| 


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A-men. 


I4Q      Christ  our  All.  St.  Saviour.     888,4. 

^'        y.  K.  Macduff.  E.  J.  Hopkins. 


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i    T  ESUS,  my  Saviour,  look  on  me, 
J      For  I  am  weary  and  opprest ; 
I  come  to  cast  myself  on  thee 
Thou  art  my  Rest. 

2  Look  down  on  me,  for  I  am  weak, 

I  feel  the  toilsome  journey's  length  ; 
Thine  aid  omnipotent  I  seek, 
Thou  art  my  Strength. 

3  I  am  bewildered  on  my  way, 

Dark  and  tempestuous  is  the  night ; 
O  send  thou  forth  some  cheering  ray, 
Thou  art  my  Light. 

4  When  Satan  flings  his  fiery  darts, 

I  look  to  thee  ;  my  terrors  cease  ; 
Thy  cross  a  hiding-place  imparts, 
Thou  art  my  Peace. 

5  Standing  alone  on  Jordan's  brink, 

In  that  tremendous  latest  strife ; 
Thou  wilt  not  suffer  me  to  sink, 
Thou  art  my  Life. 

6  Thou  wilt  my  every  want  supply, 

E'en  to  the  end,  whate'er  befall; 
Through  life,  in  death,  eternally, 


Thou  art  my  All.  A-men. 


150,  i5i. 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


118 


jcq      Jesus,  King. 

Bernard.     Tr.  E.  Caswall. 


ELVET.      C.  M. 
J.  B.  Dykes. 


i   f~\  JESUS !  King  most  wonderful, 
^-^     Thou  Conqueror  renowned  ; 
Thou  sweetness  most  ineffable, 
In  whom  all  joys  are  found  ! — 

2  When  once  thou  visitest  the  heart, 

Then  truth  begins  to  shine, 
Then  earthly  vanities  depart, 
Then  kindles  love  divine. 

3  O  Jesus,  Light  of  all  below ! 

Thou  Fount  of  life  and  fire ! 
Surpassing  all  the  joys  we  know, 
All  that  we  can  desire, — 

4  May  every  heart  confess  thy  name, 

And  ever  thee  adore  ; 
And,  seeking  thee,  itself  inflame 
To  seek  thee  more  and  more. 

5  Thee  may  our  tongues  forever  bless, 

Thee  may  we  love  alone ; 

And  ever,  in  our  life,  express 

The  image  of  thine  own. 


151 

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The  Name  of  Jesus. 

Bernard.     Tr.  E.  Caswall, 
! 


Raphael. 

From  Donizetti. 


i   (~\  JESUS!  thou  the  beauty  art 
^^     Of  angel  worlds  above ; 
Thy  name  is  music  to  the  heart, 
Enchanting:  it  with  love. 


ii9 


IN  HIS  CHARACTERS. 


152. 


2  O  Jesus,  Saviour,  hear  the  sighs 

Which  unto  thee  I  send ; 
To  thee  my  inmost  spirit  cries, 
My  being's  hope  and  end. 

3  Stay  with  us,  Lord,  and  with  thy  light 

Illume  the  soul's  abyss ; 
Scatter  the  darkness  of  our  night, 
And  fill  the  world  with  bliss. 

4  O  Jesus,  King  of  earth  and  heaven, 

Our  life  and  joy,  to  thee 
Be  honor,  thanks  and  blessing  given 
Through  all  eternity ! 


A-men. 


jq2      The  Thought  of  Jesus. 

^  Bernard.     Tr.  E.  Caswall. 


Eustis.     C.  M. 

Lord  Mornington. 


1  T  ESUS !  the  very  thought  of  thee 
J  With  gladness  fills  my  breast ; 
But  dearer  far  thy  face  to  see, 

And  in  thy  presence  rest. 

2  Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find 
A  sweeter  sound  than  thy  blest  name, 
O  Saviour  of  mankind ! 

3  O  hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 

O  joy  of  all  the  meek ! 
To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  thou  art, 
How  good  to  those  who  seek ! 

4  And  those  who  find  thee,  find  a  bliss 

Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show  : 
The  love  of  Jesus — what  it  is, 
None  but  his  loved  ones  know. 


153- 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


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152.      CONTINUED. 
4t4 


EUSTIS. 


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Jesus,  our  only  joy  be  thou, 
As  thou  our  prize  wilt  be ; 

Jesus,  be  thou  our  glory  now, 
And  through  eternity ! 


— I 


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Life  and  Light  of  Men 

Bernard.      Tr.  R.  Palmer. 


A-men. 
Chester.    L.  M. 

R.  Schumann. 


i    T  ESUS,  thou  joy  of  loving  hearts ! 
J      Thou  Fount  of  life  !  Thou  Light  of  men  ! 
From  the  best  bliss  that  earth  imparts, 
We  turn  unfilled  to  thee  again. 

2  Thy  truth  unchanged  has  ever  stood  ; 

Thou  savest  those  who  on  thee  call ; 
To  them  that  seek  thee  thou  art  good, 
To  them  that  find  thee,  All  in  all ! 

3  We  taste  thee,  O  Thou  Living  Bread, 

And  long  to  feast  upon  thee  still ; 
We  drink  of  thee,  the  Fountain  Head, 
And  thirst  our  souls  from  thee  to  fill. 

4  Our  restless  spirits  yearn  for  thee, 

Where'er  our  changeful  lot  is  cast ; 
Glad,  when  thy  gracious  smile  we  see, 
Blest,  when  our  faith  can  hold  thee  fast. 

5  O  Jesus,  ever  with  us  stay 

Make  all  our  moments  calm  and  bright ; 
Chase  the  dark  night  of  sin  away, — 
Shed  o'er  the  world  thy  holy  light ! 


3=} 


A-men. 


121 


IN  HIS  CHARACTERS. 


154. 


154 


The  Glory  of  Christ. 

S.  Medley. 


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1  /^V  COULD  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, 
^^     O  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth, 

Which  in  my  Saviour  shine ! 
I  'd  soar,  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel,  while  he  sings 

J :  In  notes  almost  divine.  :|| 

2  I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  he  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin,  and  wrath  divine : 
I  'd  sing  his  glorious  righteousness, 
In  which  all-perfect,  heavenly  dress 

|| :  My  soul  shall  ever  shine.  :|| 

3  I  'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne : 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would  to  everlasting  days 

|:  Make  all  his  glories  known.  :|| 

4  Well — the  delightful  day  will  come 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home, 

And  I  shall  see  his  face : 
Then,  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I  '11  spend, 

|| :  Triumphant  in  his  grace.  :|| 


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A-men. 


155- 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST. 


122 


Our  Refuge, 


HOLLINGSIDE.      7S.  D. 
J.  B.  Dykes. 


JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high ; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 
Oh  !  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee : 
Leave,  ah !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me : 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want ; 

More  than  all  in  thee  I  find : 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind ! 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name ; 

I  am  all  unrighteousness ; 
False  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 


123 


IN  HIS  CHARACTERS. 


156. 


4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound ; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within ! 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  ; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart ! 

Rise  to  all  eternity  ! 

Second  Tune. 


^-^ 


A-men. 


Martyn.     7s.   D. 
S.  B.  Marsh. 

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I  eg       Loving-Kindness. 

J  S.  Medley. 


Missionary  Chant.    L.  M. 

C.  Zeuner. 


i     A  WAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
^*-     And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me  ; — 
His  loving-kindness, — O  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate ; 
His  loving-kindness, — O  how  great ! 

3  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick,  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood  ; — 
His  loving-kindness, — O  how  good ! 

4  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale — 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail : 
O  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 


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PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


124 


The  Everlasting  Lord 


Buxton.     S.  M.  D. 

G.  W.  Martin. 


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O  EVERLASTING  Light, 
Shine  graciously  within ; 
Brightest  of  all  on  earth  that's  bright, 

Come,  shine  away  my  sin. 
O  everlasting  Truth, 

Truest  of  all  that's  true, 
Sure  guide  of  erring  age  or  youth, 
Lead  me  and  teach  me  too. 

2  O  everlasting  Strength  ! 

Uphold  me  in  the  way ; 
Bring  me,  in  spite  of  foes,  at  length, 

To  joy,  and  light,  and  day. 
O  everlasting  Love ! 

Well-spring  of  grace  and  peace, 
Pour  down  thy  fullness  from  above ; 

Bid  doubt  and  trouble  cease. 

3  O  everlasting  Rest ! 

Lift  off  life's  load  of  care ; 
Relieve,  revive  this  burdened  breast, 

And  every  sorrow  bear. 
Thou  art  in  heaven  our  all ; 

Our  all  on  earth  art  thou : 
Upon  thy  glorious  name  we  call ; 

Lord  Jesus,  bless  us  now ! 


A-men. 


, 


I25 


IN  HIS  CHARACTERS. 


158,  159- 


Light  of  the  World. 

C.  Wesley. 


m^mi^mmm 


Esther.    8-7.  D. 

Arr.  J.  Zundel. 


SisSfe!^; 


i    T  IGHT  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 
-■— '     Borders  on  the  shades  of  death  ! 
Rise  on  us,  thyself  revealing, — 

Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath. 
Thou,  of  heaven  and  earth  Creator ! 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise ; 
Scattering  all  the  night  of  nature, 

Pouring  day  upon  our  eyes. 

2  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing ; 
Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 

Every  meek,  benighted  heart. 
By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Every  burdened  soul  release ; 

Every  weary,  wandering  spirit 

Guide  into  thy  perfect  peace. 


A-men. 


159 


The  All-Sufficiext. 

y.  Edmeston. 


Federal  Street.     L.  M. 

H.  K.  Oliver. 


1    pOUNTAIN  of  grace,  rich,  full  and  free, 
x        What  need  I,  that  is  not  in  thee? 


Full  pardon,  strength  to  meet  the  day, 
And  peace  which  none  can  take  away, 


i6o. 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


126 


159.      CONTINUED. 


FEDERAL   STREET. 


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2  Doth  sickness  fill  the  heart  with  fear  ? 
'Tis  sweet  to  know  that  thou  art  near ; 
Am  I  with  dread  of  justice  tried? 

Tis  sweet  to  feel  that  Christ  hath  died. 

3  In  life,  thy  promises  of  aid 
Forbid  my  heart  to  be  afraid ; 

In  death,  peace  gently  vails  the  eyes ; 
Christ  rose,  and  I  shall  surely  rise. 

4  O  all-sufficient  Saviour,  be 
This  all-sufficiency  to  me  ; 

Nor  pain,  nor  sin,  nor  death  can  harm 
The  weakest,  shielded  by  thine  arm. 


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A-men. 


l60       Philippians  i.  21. 

R.  Wardlaw. 


Sorrento.    7s.  D. 

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f*HRIST,  of  all  my  hopes  the  ground, — 
^     Christ,  the  spring  of  all  my  joy  ! 
Still  in  thee  let  me  be  found, 

Still  for  thee  my  powers  employ. 
Fountain  of  o'erflowing  grace, 

Freely  from  thy  fullness  give  : 
Till  I  close  my  earthly  race, 

Be  it  "  Christ  for  me  to  live!  " 


PS 


127 


IN  HIS  CHARACTERS. 


161. 


Firmly  trusting  in  thy  blood, 

Nothing  shall  my  heart  confound ; 
Safely  I  shall  pass  the  flood, 

Safely  reach  Immanuel's  ground. 
Thus,  O  thus,  an  entrance  give 

To  the  land  of  cloudless  sky ; 
Having  known  it  "  Christ  to  live," 

Let  me  know  it  "  gain  to  die." 


A-men. 


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*  *  May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 

Alike  at  work  and  prayer  To  Jesus  I  repair ; 
May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 

2  Does  sadness  fill  my  mind  ?  A  solace  here  I  find, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  : 
Or  fades  my  earthly  bliss  ?  My  comfort  still  is  this, 
May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 

3  The  night  becomes  as  day,  When  from  the  heart  we  say 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  :  [near, 

The  powers  of  darkness  fear,  When  this  sweet  chant  they 
May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 

4  In  heaven's  eternal  bliss  The  loveliest  strain  is  this 
Let  Jesus  Christ  be  praised : 


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A-men. 


162. 


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128 


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The  Bright  and  Morning-Star. 

P.  Nicolai.     Tr.  C.  Winkworth. 


NlCOLAI.      P.  M. 
P.  Nicolai. 


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^-^     Thou  beamest  forth  in  trust  and  light ! 

O  Sovereign  meek  and  lowly, 
Thou  Root  of  Jesus,  David's  Son, 
My  Lord  and  Bridegroom,  thou  hast  won 

My  heart  to  serve  thee  solely ! 
Holy  art  thou,  fair  and  glorious, 
All  victorious,  rich  in  blessing, 
Rule  and  might  o'er  all  possessing. 

2  Thou  heavenly  Brightness  !  Light  divine  ! 
O  deep  within  my  heart  now  shine, 

And  make  thee  there  an  altar ! 
Fill  me  with  joy  and  strength  to  be 
Thy  member,  ever  joined  to  thee 

In  love  that  cannot  falter ; 
Tow'rd  thee  longing  doth  possess  me, 
Turn  and  bless  me ;  for  thy  gladness 
Eye  and  heart  here  pine  in  sadness. 

3  But  if  thou  look  on  me  in  love, 

There  straightways  falls  from  God  above 

A  ray  of  purest  pleasure  ; 
Thy  Word  and  Spirit,  flesh  and  blood, 


129 


IN  HIS  CHARACTERS. 


I63. 


Refresh  my  soul  with  heavenly  food, 

Thou  art  my  hidden  treasure  ; 
Let  thy  grace,  Lord,  warm  and  cheer  me, 
O  draw  near  me  ;  thou  hast  taught  us 
Thee  to  seek  since  thou  hast  sought  us ! 


Here  will  I  rest  and  hold  it  fast ; 
The  Lord  I  love  is  First  and  Last, 

The  End  as  the  Beginning. 
Here  I  can  calmly  die,  for  thou 
Wilt  raise  me  where  thou  dwellest  now 

Above  all  tears,  all  sinning. 
Amen !  Amen !  Come,  Lord  Jesus  ; 
Soon  release  us  ;   With  deep  yearning, 
Lord,  we  look  for  thy  returning. 


A-men. 


I63      Way — Truth — Life 

^        G.  W.  Doane. 
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Bedford.     C.  M. 

W.  Wheall. 
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1  HTHOU  art  the  way— to  thee  alone 

J-      From  sin  and  death  we  flee ; 
And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  him,  Lord,  by  thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  truth — thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can  impart ; 
Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind, 
And  purify  the  heart. 


3  Thou  art  the  LIFE — the  rending  tomb 
Proclaims  thy  conquering  arm, 
And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee 
Nor  death,  nor  hell  shall  harm. 


164. 


PRAISE    TO    CHRIST 


130 


163.       CONTINUED. 


BEDFORD. 


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4  Thou  art  the  way — the  truth — the  life  ; 
Grant  us  that  way  to  know, 
That  truth  to  keep,  that  life  to  win, 
Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 


A-men. 


I64       AlL  IN  AlL* 
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Selena.     L.  M.  61. 

/.  B.  Woodbury. 


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1  'THOU  hidden  Source  of  calm  repose, 

-*-      Thou  all-sufficient  Love  divine, 
My  help  and  refuge  from  my  foes, 

Secure  I  am,  if  thou  art  mine ! 
And  lo  !  from  sin,  and  grief,  and  shame, 
I  hide  me,  Jesus,  in  thy  name. 

2  Jesus,  my  all  in  all  thou  art, 

My  rest  in  toil,  my  ease  in  pain ; 
The  healing  of  my  broken  heart ; 

In  strife  my  peace :  in  loss  my  gain  ; 
My  smile  beneath  the  tyrant's  frown ; 
In  shame,  my  glory  and  my  crown ; — 


In  want,  my  plentiful  supply ; 

In  weakness,  my  almighty  power ; 
In  bonds,  my  perfect  liberty  ; 

My  light  in  Satan's  darkest  hour; 
Thee,  in  each  grief,  my  joy  I  call ; 
My  life  in  death,  my  All  in  All ! 


A-men. 


i3i 


IN  HIS  CHARACTERS. 


I65. 


l6^       Matthew  xi.  28. 
3        w.  c.  Dix. 


Welcome.    7-6. 

J.  B.  Dykes. 


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"pOME  unto  me,  ye  weary, 

^     And  I  will  give  you  rest." 
O  blessed  voice  of  Jesus, 

Which  comes  to  hearts  oppressed ! 
It  tells  of  benediction, 

Of  pardon,  grace  and  peace, 
Of  joy  that  hath  no  ending, 

Of  love  that  cannot  cease. 


"  Come  unto  me,  ye  fainting, 

And  I  will  give  you  light." 
O  loving  voice  of  Jesus, 

Which  comes  to  cheer  the  night ! 
Our  hearts  were  filled  with  sadness, 

And  we  had  lost  our  way  ; 
But  he  has  brought  us  gladness 

And  songs  at  break  of  day. 

"  Come  unto  me,  ye  weary, 

And  I  will  give  you  life." 
O  cheering  voice  of  Jesus, 

Which  comes  to  aid  our  strife ! 
The  foe  is  stern  and  eager, 

The  fight  is  fierce  and  long ; 
But  he  has  made  us  mighty 

And  stronger  than  the  strong. 


i66. 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


132 


165.       CONTINUED. 


WELCOME. 


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I  will  not  cast  him  out." 
O  welcome  voice  of  Jesus, 

Which  drives  away  our  doubt, 
Which  calls  us  very  sinners, 

Unworthy  though  Ave  be, 
Of  love  so  free  and  boundless, 

To  come,  dear  Lord,  to  thee ! 

166       Hymn  of  Clement  of  Alexandria.  Bayley.    6-4. 

A.  D.  217.     Tr.  H.  M.  Dexter.  E.  L.  White. 


A-men. 


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Guiding  in  love  and  truth  Through  devious  ways — 
Christ  our  triumphant  King,  We  come  thy  name  to  sing, 
And  here  thy  children  bring  Tributes  of  praise. 

Thou  art  our  holy  Lord, 

O  all-subduing  Word,  Healer  of  strife  : 
Thou  didst  thyself  abase,  That  from  sin's  deep  disgrace 

Thou  mightest  save  our  race,  And  give  us  life. 


133 


FOR  HIS  INCARNATION. 


167. 


Ever  be  near  our  side, 
Our  Shepherd  and  our  Guide,  Our  staff  and  song ; 
Jesus,  thou  Christ  of  God,  By  thine  enduring  word 
Lead  us  where  thou  hast  trod  ;  Make  our  faith  strong. 


So  now,  and  till  we  die, 
Sound  we  thy  praises  high,  And  joyful  sing : 
Let  all  the  holy  throng  Who  to  thy  church  belong, 
Unite  and  swell  the  song  To  Christ  our  King. 


^E^. 


A-men. 


I67 


He  has  Come. 

H.  Bonar. 


Justin.    7s. 

J.  H.  Knecht. 

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i    TIT  E  has  come,  the  Christ  of  God ! 
"■     Left  for  us  his  glad  abode  ; 
Stooping  from  his  throne  of  bliss, 
To  this  darksome  wilderness ! 

2  He  has  come,  the  Prince  of  peace ! 
Come  to  bid  our  sorrows  cease ; 
Come  to  scatter,  with  his  light, 
All  the  shadows  of  our  night. 

3  He,  the  mighty  King,  has  come! 
Making  this  poor  earth  his  home ; 
Come  to  bear  our  sin's  sad  load, 
Son  of  David,  Son  of  God  ! 

4  He  has  come,  whose  name  of  grace 
Speaks  deliverance  to  our  race  ! 
Left  for  us  his  glad  abode, 

Son  of  Mary,  Son  of  God  ! 

5  He  has  come  from  God's  own  heaven  ! 
Unto  us  a  Son  is  given ; 

Bringing  with  him  from  above 
Holy  peace,  and  holy  love ! 


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A-men. 


1 68, 169. 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


J34 


168 


Desire  of  all  Nations. 

C.  Wesley. 


Worthing.     8-7. 

Schultz. 


"LJ  AIL,  thou  long-expected  Jesus, 
*•■*•     Born  to  set  thy  people  free  ! 
From  our  sins  and  fears  release  us, 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee. 

Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 
Hope  of  all  the  earth  thou  art ; 

Dear  desire  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 

Born,  thy  people  to  deliver, — 
Born  a  child,  and  yet  a  king, — 

Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, — 
Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 
Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone ; 

By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 


1 L 

A-men. 


j6q      The  Saviour  comes. 

"        P.  Doddridge. 


Annunciation.    C.  M. 

G.  M.  Garrett. 


HARK,  the  glad  sound  !  the  Saviour  comes, 
The  Saviour  promised  long ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

He  comes,  the  prisoner  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held  ; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 

The  iron  fetters  yield. 


i35 


FOR  HIS  1NCARNA  TION. 


170. 


3  He  comes  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray, 
And  on  the  eyes  long  closed  in  night 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

4  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure, 
And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
Enrich  the  humble  poor. 

5  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim, 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 


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A-men. 


"  For  Me." 

H.  Bonar. 


ANGELUS.      L.  M. 
G.  Josephi. 


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1  T  ESUS,  whom  angel-hosts  adore, 
J      Became  a  man  of  griefs  for  me  ; 
In  love,  though  rich,  becoming  poor, 

That  I  through  him  enriched  might  be. 

2  The  ever  blessed  Son  of  God 

Went  up  to  Calvary  for  me  ; 
There  paid  my  debt,  there  bore  my  load, 
In  his  own  body  on  the  tree. 

3  Jesus,  whose  dwelling  is  the  skies, 

Went  down  into  the  grave  for  me ; 
There  overcame  my  enemies, 
There  won  the  glorious  victory. 

4  'Tis  finished  all :  the  vail  is  rent, 

The  welcome  sure,  the  access  free; — 
Now  then,  we  leave  our  banishment, 
O  Father,  to  return  to  thee ! 


I7i. 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


136 


171 


Luke  ii.  8-14. 

N.  Tate. 

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V\  fHILE  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by  night, 
^  V      All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 

And  glory  shone  around. 
"Fear  not,"  said  he, — for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind  ; 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 

To  you,  and  all  mankind. 

"  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day 

Is  born  of  David's  line, 
A  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord ; 

And  this  shall  be  the  sign  : — 
The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  find, 

To  human  view  displayed, 
All  meanly  wrapt  in  swathing  bands, 

And  in  a  manger  laid." 


Thus  spake  the  seraph  ;  and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels  praising  God,  and  thus 

Addressed  their  joyful  song : — 
"  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace ; 
Good-will  henceforth,  from  heaven  to  men, 

Begin  and  never  cease." 


1 — f^" 


A-men. 


i37 


FOR  HIS  INCARNATION. 


172. 


172 


The  Song  of  the  Angels. 

C.  Wesley. 


Mendelssohn.     7s.  D. 

Mendelssohn. 


1   IT  ARK !  the  herald-angels  sing, — 
*-*■     "Glory  to  the  new-born  King ; 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, — 
God  and  sinners  reconciled." 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise, 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies  ; 
With  th'  angelic  host  proclaim, — 
"  Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem." 
Hark  the  herald-angels  sing 
Glory  to  the  new-born  King. 


11 


Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by, 

Born  that  man  no  more  may  die ; 

Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth  ; 

Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 

Hail !  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  peace ! 

Hail !  the  Sun  of  righteousness  ! 

Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 

Risen  with  healing  in  his  wings. 

Hark,  the  herald-angels  sing 

Glory  to  the  new-born  King. 


173- 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


138 


173 


11  Come  to  worship  Him. 

y.  Montgomery. 


Hamden.    8-7-4. 

L.  Mason. 
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i     A  NGELS  from  the  realms  of  glory, 
-^     Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth, 
.  Ye  who  sang  creation's  story, 
Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth  ; 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

2  Shepherds  in  the  field  abiding, 

Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night, 
God  with  man  is  now  residing, 

Yonder  shines  the  infant-light ; 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

3  Sages,  leave  your  contemplations, 

Brighter  visions  beam  afar ; 
Seek  the  great  Desire  of  nations ; 

Ye  have  seen  his  natal  star ; 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

4  Saints,  before  the  altar  bending, 

Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 
Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending, 

In  his  temple  shall  appear ; 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

5  Sinners,  wrung  with  true  repentance, 

Doomed  for  guilt  to  endless  pains, 
Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence, 

Mercy  calls  you, — break  your  chains ; 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 


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139 


FOR  HIS  INCARNATION. 


174. 


174 


"  Presenting  unto  Him  Gifts.' 

R.  Heber. 


Harvey,     io-ii. 

A.  Harvey. 


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"DRIGHTEST  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning  ! 
"     Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid  ; 
Star  of  the  east,  the  horizon  adorning-, 

Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 
Cold  on  his  cradle,  the  dew-drops  are  shining ; 

Low  lies  his  head,  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall; 
Angels  adore  him  in  slumber  reclining — 

Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

Say,  shall  Ave  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine  ? 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 

Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine  ? 
Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favor  secure : 
Richer,  by  far,  is  the  heart's  adoration, — 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 


175, 176. 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


140 


JJC      The  Great  Teacher. 

J.  Bowring. 

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SWEDEN.      L.  M. 
H.  Hiles. 


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*-**     From  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace, 
When  listening  thousands  gathered  round, 
And  joy  and  reverence  filled  the  place ! 

From  heaven  he  came,  of  heaven  he  spoke, 
To  heaven  he  led  his  followers'  way ; 

Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  he  broke, 
Unveiling  an  immortal  day. 

"  Come,  wanderers,  to  my  Father's  home  ; 

Come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  and  rest ;  " 
Yes,  sacred  Teacher,  we  will  come, 

Obey  thee,  love  thee,  and  be  blest. 

Decay,  then,  tenements  of  dust ; 

Pillars  of  earthly  pride,  decay : 
A  nobler  mansion  waits  the  just, 

And  Jesus  has  prepared  the  way. 


1 — (=>- 

A-men. 


Peter  ii.  21-25 

,  C.  Coxe. 

I  1,    ^     1,     )■■     Ii  ,.    I 


Germany.     L.  M. 

Beethoven. 

a. 


1  TTOW  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine 
*-*•  That  in  thy  meekness  used  to  shine, 
That  lit  thy  lonely  pathway,  trod 

In  wondrous  love,  O  Son  of  God ! 

2  O  who  like  thee  so  calm  and  bright, 
So  pure,  so  made  to  live  in  light — 
O  who  like  thee  did  ever  go 

So  patient  through  a  world  of  woe  ? 


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FOR  HIS  LIFE. 


177. 


3  O  who  like  thee  so  humbly  bore 
The  scorn,  the  scoffs  of  men,  before  ? 
So  meek,  forgiving,  godlike,  high, 
So  glorious  in  humility  ? 

4  Ev'n  death,  which  sets  the  prisoner  free, 
Was  pang  and  scoff  and  scorn  to  thee ; 
Yet  love  through  all  thy  torture  glowed, 
And  mercy  with  thy  life-blood  flowed. 

5  O  in  thy  light  be  mine  to  go, 
Illuming  all  my  way  of  woe  ! 
And  give  me  ever  on  the  road 

To  trace  thy  footsteps,  Son  of  God  ! 


=S=^= 


A-men. 


Our  High  Priest 

/.  Watts. 


St.  Agnes.     C.  M. 

J.  B.  Dykes. 


1  WITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

*  *       Of  our  High  Priest  above  ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 
His  bosom  glows  with  love. 

2  Touched  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  hath  felt  the  same. 


3  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh 

Poured  out  his  cries  and  tears  ; 
And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

4  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  his  power; 
We  shall  obtain  delivering  grace 
In  the  distressing  hour. 


A-men. 


178. 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


142 


178      °UR  Friend- 


R.  Grant. 


PP^P 


St.  Petersburg,    L.  M.  61. 

Russian. 
1,11    I,  J. 


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"V\  THEN  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 
^  *       And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few, 
On  him  I  lean,  who,  not  in  vain, 
Experienced  every  human  pain : 
He  sees  my  wants,  allays  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  wisdom's  narrow  way, 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 
Or  do  the  ill  I  would  not  do : 
Still  he  who  felt  temptation's  power, 
Will  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

When,  mourning,  o'er  some  stone  I  bend, 
Which  covers  all  that  was  a  friend ; 
And  from  his  hand,  his  voice,  his  smile, 
Divides  me  for  a  little  while, — 
My  Saviour  marks  the  tears  I  shed, 
For  "  Jesus  wept  "  o'er  Lazarus  dead. 


4  And  O  !  when  I  have  safely  passed, 
Through  every  conflict  but  the  last, 
Still,  Lord,  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  dying  bed,  for  thou  hast  died : 
Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away. 


-^_-_^_ 


S^: 


A-men. 


143 


FOR  HIS  LIFE. 


179,  180. 


The  Friend  of  Sinners 

J.  Newton. 


Friendship.     8-7.  D. 

From  Mozart. 

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1  Z^iNE  there  is,  above  all  others, 

^-^     Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 

Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 
Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood? 
But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 

Reconciled  in  him  to  God. 

2  When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name  ; 
Now  above  all  glory  raised, 

He  rejoices  in  the  same. 
O  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love ; 
We,  alas !  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above. 


l80      ^LR  Example. 

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Grace  Church.    L.  M 

From  Pleyel. 


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1WTY  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord, 
^^     I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word ; 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 


i8i. 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


144 


l80.      CONTINUED. 


GRACE  CHURCH. 
!  I  I,  J    I,    I 


2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Thy  love  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight  air, 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer ; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here; 

Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 


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A-men. 


Qj       Constraining  Love. 

In  part  from  H.  Mills. 


Stabat  Mater.    887,887. 

J.  B.  Dykes. 


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*  *       When  there  was  no  arm  to  save  us, 
Christ  his  love  and  power  displayed : 
By  his  stripes  he  wrought  our  healing, 
By  his  death,  our  life  revealing, 
He  for  us  the  ransom  paid. 


145 


FOR  HIS  SUFFERINGS  AND  DEATH. 


1 82. 


It  is  finished,  Man  of  sorrows  ! 
From  thy  cross  our  nature  borrows 

Strength  to  bear  and  conquer  thus 
While  exalted  there  we  view  thee, 
Mighty  Sufferer,  draw  us  to  thee, 

Sufferer,  yet  victorious ! 

Jesus,  may  thy  love  constrain  us, 
That  from  sin  we  may  refrain  us, 

In  thy  griefs  may  deeply  grieve : 
Thee  our  best  affections  giving, 
To  thy  glory  ever  living, 

May  we  in  thy  glory  live. 


In  our  wealth  and  tribulation, 

By  thy  precious  cross  and  passion, 

By  thy  blood  and  agony, 
By  thy  glorious  resurrection, 
By  thy  Holy  Ghost's  protection, 

Make  us  thine  eternally  ! 


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A-men. 


l82      JESUS  Crucified. 

F.  W.  Faber. 


St.  Cross.    L.  M. 

J.  B.  Dykes. 


OCOME  and  mourn  with  me  awhile 
O  come  ye  to  the  Saviour's  side ; 
O  come,  together  let  us  mourn ; 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 


2  Have  we  no  tears  to  shed  for  him, 
While  soldiers  scoff  and  Jews  deride  ? 
Ah  !  look  how  patiently  he  hangs  ; 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 


183. 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


146 


182.      CONTINUED. 


ST.   CROSS. 


How  fast  his  hands  and  feet  are  nailed  ;    ' 

His  throat  with  parching  thirst  is  dried ; 
His  failing  eyes  are  dimmed  with  blood ; 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 
Come,  let  us  stand  beneath  the  cross ; 

So  may  the  blood  from  out  his  side 
Fall  gently  on  us  drop  by  drop ; 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 
A  broken  heart,  a  fount  of  tears 

Ask,  and  they  will  not  be  denied ; 
Lord  Jesus,  may  we  love  and  weep, 

Since  thou  for  us  art  crucified. 


1 


A-men. 


183 


The  Precious  Blood. 

H.  Bonar. 


Genoa.    887,887. 

J.  Barnby. 


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FROM  the  cross  the  blood  is  falling, 
And  to  us  a  voice  is  calling, 
Like  a  trumpet  silver-clear. 
Tis  the  voice  announcing  pardon, 
"  It  is  finished,"  is  its  burden, 
Pardon  to  the  far  and  near. 
Peace  that  precious  blood  is  sealing, 
All  our  wounds  forever  healing, 
And  removing  every  load  ; 


147 


FOR  HIS  DEATH. 


184. 


Words  of  peace  that  voice  has  spoken, 
Peace  that  shall  no  more  be  broken, 
Peace  between  the  soul  and  God. 

God  is  love ; — we  read  the  writing 
Traced  so  deeply  in  the  smiting 

Of  the  glorious  Surety  there. 
God  is  light ; — we  see  it  beaming, 
Like  a  heavenly  dayspring  gleaming, 

So  divinely  sweet  and  fair. 


I84      Christ  lifted  up. 

y.  Newton. 


Martyrdom.    C.  M. 

H.  Wilson. 

I.J   I.   1."  f, 


1  T   SAW  One  hanging  on  the  tree, 
•J-     In  agony  and  blood, 

Who  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  the  cross  I  stood. 

2  Sure,  never  to  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look ; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

3  Alas,  I  knew  not  what  I  did, 

But  all  my  tears  were  vain ; 
Where  could  my  trembling  soul  be  hid, 
For  I  the  Lord  had  slain. 

4  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

"  I  freely  all  forgive ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid ; 
I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 

5  Thus  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace, 
It  seals  my  pardon  too ! 


mm 


A-men. 


i85. 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


148 


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O  SACRED  Head,  now  wounded  ! 
With  grief  and  shame  weighed  down  ; 
Now  scornfully  surrounded 

With  thorns,  thine  only  crown  ! 
O  sacred  Head,  what  glory, 

What  bliss  till  now  was  thine ! 
Yet  though  despised  and  gory, 
I  joy  to  call  thee  mine. 

What  language  shall  I  borrow, 

To  thank  thee,  dearest  Friend, 
For  this  thy  dying  sorrow, 

Thy  pity  without  end  ! 
O  make  me  thine  for  ever, 

And  should  I  faithless  be, 
Lord,  let  me  never,  never, 

Outlive  my  love  to  thee. 

If  I,  a  wretch,  should  leave  thee, 

O  Jesus,  leave  not  me ; 
In  faith  may  I  receive  thee, 

When  death  shall  set  me  free. 
When  strength  and  comfort  languish, 

And  I  must  hence  depart, 
Release  me  then  from  anguish, 

By  thine  own  wounded  heart. 


149 


FOR  HIS  DEATH. 


186. 


Be  near  when  I  am  dying, 

O,  show  thy  cross  to  me ; 
And  for  my  succor  flying, 

Come,  Lord,  to  set  me  free. 
These  eyes  new  faith  receiving, 

From  Jesus  shall  not  move ; 
For  he  who  dies  believing, 

Dies  safely — through  thy  love. 


A-men. 


1 86      "Amazing  Pity." 

/.  Watts. 


Martyrdom.     C.  M. 

H.  Wilson. 


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£*-     And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown ! 
And  love  beyond  degree ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ,  the  Lord  of  glory,  died 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 


4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 

While  his  dear  cross  appears, 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away  ; 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


A-men. 


i87. 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


150 


I87 


Beside  the  Cross 

G.  Duffield. 

A 1 — I 


Duffield.     7s.  61. 

L.  W.  Bacon. 

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1  "DLESSED  Saviour!  thee  I  love, 
*~J     All  my  other  joys  above  ; 

All  my  hopes  in  thee  abide, 
Thou  my  hope,  and  naught  beside ; 
Ever  let  my  glory  be, 
|| :  Only,  only,  only  thee.  :|| 

2  Once  again  beside  the  cross, 
All  my  gain  I  count  but  loss ; 
Earthly  pleasures  fade  away, — 
Clouds  they  are  that  hide  my  day : 
Hence,  vain  shadows !  let  me  see 

|| :  Jesus  crucified  for  me.  :[ 

3  From  beneath  that  thorny  crown 
Trickle  drops  of  cleansing  down ; 
Pardon  from  thy  pierced  hand 
Now  I  take,  while  here  I  stand ; 
Only  then  I  live  to  thee, 

|| :  When  thy  wounded  side  I  see.  :|| 

4  Blessed  Saviour,  thine  am  I, 
Thine  to  live,  and  thine  to  die ; 
Height  or  depth  or  earthly  power 
Ne'er  shall  hide  my  Saviour  more : 
Ever  let  my  glory  be, 

! :  Only,  only,  only  thee!  :] 


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A-men. 


i5i 


FOR  HIS  DEATH. 


188, 189. 


jgg      The  Wondrous  Cross 

/.  Watts. 


Hamburg.    L.  M. 

Gregorian.    Arr.  L.  Mason. 


i  Tl  rHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross, 
*  v       On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 

And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down : 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 


A-men. 


Rockingham.    L.  M. 

L.  Mason. 


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^-^     Where  my  Redeemer  loved,  and  died  ! 
Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws 

From  his  dear  wounds,  and  bleeding  side. 

I  would  forever  speak  his  name, 
In  sounds  to  mortal  ears  unknown ; 

With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 
And  worship  at  his  Father's  throne. 


A-men. 


190. 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST. 


152 


jqO      "  The  Lord  Turned  and  Looked."  Pretorium.    76,76 ;  78,76. 

'  C.  Wesley.  C.  E.  Stephens. 

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1  T  ESUS,  let  thy  pitying  eye 

J      Call  back  a  wandering  sheep  ; 
False  to  thee,  like  Peter,  I 

Would  fain  like  Peter  weep. 
Let  me  be  by  grace  restored  ; 

On  me  be  all  long-suffering  shown  ; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

2  Saviour,  Prince,  enthroned  above, 

Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love, 

The  humble,  contrite  heart ; 
Speak  the  reconciling  word 

And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down ; 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

3  Look,  as  when  thy  languid  eye 

Was  closed,  that  we  might  live. 
Look,  as  when  thy  dying  cry 

Arose  to  God,  i  Forgive.' 
Surely,  with  that  dying  word, 

He  turns,  and  looks,  and  cries  '  'Tis  done.' 
O  my  bleeding,  loving  Lord, 

This  breaks  my  heart  of  stone. 


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A-men. 


153 


FOR  HIS  DEATH. 


IQI. 


Friend  of  Sinners 


Affection.     76,76178,76. 

Mozart.    Arr.  J.  K.  Paine. 


r^OD  of  my  salvation,  hear, 
^*  And  help  me  to  believe  ; 
Simply  do  I  now  draw  near 

Thy  blessing  to  receive  : 
Full  of  guilt,  alas  !  I  am, 

But  to  thy  wounds  for  refuge  flee 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb ! 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

Standing  now  as  newly  slain, 

To  thee  I  lift  mine  eye  ; 
Balm  of  all  my  grief  and  pain, 

Thy  blood  is  always  nigh : 
Now  as  yesterday  the  same 

Thou  art,  and  wilt  forever  be : 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb ! 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 


12 


Saviour !  from  thy  wounded  side 

I  never  will  depart ; 
Here  will  I  my  spirit  hide, 

When  I  am  pure  in  heart. 
Till  my  place  above  I  claim, 

This  only  shall  be  all  my  plea : 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb  ! 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 


S3 


A-men. 


192, 193- 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


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Drawing  all  Men. 

W.  W.  How. 


Federal  Street.    L.  M. 


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^-^     With  outstretched  arms,  in  mortal  woe, 
Embracing  in  thy  wondrous  love 
The  sinful  world  that  lies  below. 

2  Give  us  an  ever-living  faith 

To  gaze  beyond  the  things  we  see ; 
And  in  the  mystery  of  thy  death 
Draw  us  and  all  men  unto  thee. 


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A-men. 


193 


Hymn  of  Theoctistus. 

7V.  J.  M.  Neale. 


Calvary. 


76,76;  88,77. 

E.  P.  Parker. 

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1  T  ESUS,  Name  all  names  above, 
J      Jesus,  best  and  dearest, 
Jesus,  Fount  of  perfect  love, 

Holiest,  tenderest,  nearest ; 
Jesus,  Source  of  grace  completest, 
Jesus  purest,  Jesus  sweetest, 
Jesus,  Well  of  power  divine, 
Make  me,  seal  me,  keep  me  thine. 

2  Jesus,  open  me  the  gate 

Which  the  sinner  entered, 

Who,  in  his  last  dying  state, 

Wholly  on  thee  ventured  ; 


i55 


FOR  HIS  DEATH. 


194. 


Thou,  whose  wounds  are  ever  pleading, 
And  thy  passion  interceding, 

From  my  misery  let  me  rise 

To  a  home  in  Paradise. 


Jesus,  crowned  with  thorns  for  me, 
Scourged  for  my  transgression, 

Witnessing,  in  agony, 
That  thy  good  confession  ; 

Jesus,  clad  in  purple  raiment, 

For  my  evil  making  payment, 
Let  not  all  thy  woe  and  pain, 
Let  not  Calvary,  be  in  vain. 


A-men. 


Abiding  in  Christ. 

Tr.  H.  W.  Baker. 


1 — I    'I    II  T 


i    T  ESUS,  grant  me  this,  I  pray, 
J      Ever  in  thy  heart  to  stay  ; 
Let  me  evermore  abide 
Hidden  in  thy  wounded  side. 

2  If  the  evil  one  prepare, 

Or  the  world,  a  tempting  snare, 

I  am  safe,  when  I  abide 

In  thy  heart  and  wounded  side. 

3  If  the  flesh,  more  dangerous  still, 
Tempt  my  soul  to  deeds  of  ill, 
Naught  I  fear,  when  I  abide 

In  thy  heart  and  wounded  side. 

4  Death  will  come  one  day  to  me ; 
Jesus,  cast  me  not  from  thee : 
Dying,  let  me  still  abide 

In  thy  heart  and  wounded  side. 


A-men. 


195- 


PRAISE   TO  CHRIST 


156 


195 


Rock  of  Ages. 

A.  M.  Toplady. 


Rock  of  Ages.    7s.  61. 

7.  B.  Dykes. 

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ROCK  of  ages  !  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee : 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  wounded  side  that  flowed 
Be  of  sin  the  perfect  cure ; 
Save  me,  Lord,  and  make  me  pure. 

Should  my  tears  forever  flow, 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
This  for  sin  could  ne'er  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone ; 
Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring, 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eye-lids  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 
Rock  of  ages !  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 


A-men. 


Second  Tune. 


Toplady.    7s.  61. 

T.  Hastings. 


157 


FOR  HIS  DEATH. 


196,  I97. 


I96 


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-L^l      On  Jewish  altars  slain 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away  ; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood,  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back,  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear, 
When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove  ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 


A-men. 


197 

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^^     For  man's  transgression  slain, 
We  thy  redeeming  love  record 
In  songs  of  thankful  strain. 


198. 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


158 


I97.      CONTINUED 


2  We  upward  lift  our  longing  eyes, 

And  muse  on  Calvary  ; 

On  thy  mysterious  sacrifice, 

Thy  shame  and  agony. 

3  We  all  like  erring  sheep  had  strayed 

From  God  the  Father's  care ; 
The  guilt  of  all  on  thee  was  laid, 
Our  burden  thou  didst  bear. 

4  O  Christ,  be  thou  our  present  joy, 

Our  future  great  reward  ; 
Our  only  glory  may  it  be, 
To  glory  in  the  Lord ! 

5  O  may  we,  through  thy  cross  and  pain, 

With  all  who  thee  adore, 
A  blessed  resurrection  gain, 
And  life  for  evermore ! 


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IO8       "A  FOUNTAIN  OPENED. 
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L.  Mason. 


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1  TTHERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 
■*■      Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  : 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
|:  Lose  all  their  guilty  stains.  :| 


159 


FOR  HIS  DEATH. 


199. 


2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
|:  Wash  all  my  sins  away.  :|| 

3  Dear,  dying  Lamb  !  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power. 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
||:  Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more.  :|| 

4  Since  first,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
1 :  And  shall  be,  till  I  die.  :|| 

5  And  when  this  feeble,  stammering  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave, 
Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I :  I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save.  :|| 


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Praise  for  Redemption. 

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i    "DLUNGED  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
■*-       We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 
Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and — O  amazing  love  ! — 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 


3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 
With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 
Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 


200. 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


1 60 


199.      CONTINUED. 

j=n-lli   I     ft.    ■    ■    ■  l.-M 


4  O  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting-  silence  break ; 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

5  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys  ; 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 
But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 


200 


Before  the  Cross. 

J.  Allen  and  W.  Shirley. 


Friendship.     8-7.  D. 

From  Mozart. 


1  CWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 
^     Which  before  the  cross  I  spend ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 

From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 
Truly  blessed  is  this  station. 

Low  before  his  cross  to  lie ; 
While  I  see  divine  compassion 

Beaming  in  his  gracious  eye 

2  Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 

While  upon  the  cross  I  gaze ; 
Love  I  much  ?  I'm  much  forgiven ; 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 


i6i 


FOR  HIS  DEATH. 


201,  202. 


Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 
With  my  tears  his  feet  I'll  bathe  ; 

Constant  still,  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 


201 


Beneath  the  Cross. 

H.  Bonar. 


Martyrs.    C.  M. 

Scottish. 


/^VPPRESSED  with  noon-day's  scorching 
^-^     To  jonder  cross  I  flee  ; 
Beneath  its  shelter  take  my  seat : 

No  shade  like  this  for  me ! 
Beneath  that  cross  clear  waters  burst — 

A  fountain  sparkling  free ; 
And  there  I  quench  my  desert  thirst ; 

No  spring  like  this  for  me ! 
A  stranger  here,  I  pitch  my  tent 

Beneath  this  spreading  tree  ; 
Here  shall  my  pilgrim  life  be  spent : 

No  home  like  this  for  me ! 
For  burdened  ones  a  resting-place, 

Beside  that  cross  I  see ; 
I  here  cast  off  my  weariness  : 

No  rest  like  this  for  me ! 


heat, 


A-men. 


202 


Dying  to  Sin 

M.  Bridges. 


St.  Agnes. 
j.b. 


I     i    '     ■    U     I    I 

BEFORE  the  cross  of  him  who  died 
Behold  I  prostrate  fall ; 
Let  every  sin  be  crucified 
And  Christ  be  all  in  all. 
Let  every  thought  and  work  and  word 

To  thee  be  ever  given  ; 
Then  life  shall  be  thy  service,  Lord, 
And  death  the  gate  of  heaven. 


A-men. 


203,  204. 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


162 


203 


Looking  to  the  Cross. 

Unknown  Writer. 


Bartholdy.     7-6.  D. 

Storl.     Arr.  Mendelssohn. 


1  \~X  7"HEN  human  hopes  all  wither, 

*  *       And  friends  no  aid  supply, 
Then  whither,  Lord,  ah  !  whither 

Can  turn  my  straining  eye  ? 
'Mid  storms  of  grief  still  rougher, 

'Mid  darker,  deadlier  shade, 
That  cross  where  thou  didst  suffer, 

On  Calvary  was  displayed. 

2  On  that  my  gaze  I  fasten, 

My  refuge  that  I  make ; 
Though  sorely  thou  may'st  chasten, 

Thou  never  canst  forsake. 
Thou  on  that  cross  didst  languish 

Ere  glory  crowned  thy  head ! 
And  I,  through  death  and  anguish, 

Must  be  to  glory  led. 


mm 


A-men. 


204 


The  Lord  is  risen. 


NUREMBURG.      7S. 
From  a  German  Choral. 


i  /^HRIST,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day, 
^"     Our  triumphant  holy  day : 
He  endured  the  cross  and  grave, 
Sinners  to  redeem  and  save. 


163 


FOR  HIS  RESURRECTION 


205. 


2  Lo !  he  rises,  mighty  King ! 
Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting? 
Lo  !  he  claims  his  native  sky  ! 
Grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ? 

3  Sinners,  see  your  ransom  paid, 
Peace  with  God  forever  made : 
With  your  risen  Saviour  rise ; 
Claim  with  him  the  purchased  skies. 

4  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day, 
Our  triumphant  holy  day : 
Loud  the  song  of  victory  raise ; 
Shout  the  great  Redeemer's  praise. 


! — U 


A-men. 


205 


Our  Passover. 

Tr.  R.  Campbell. 


Annunciation.    CM. 

G.  M.  Garrett. 


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S^^t^T^S1^^^ 


1  \7"E  choirs  of  New  Jerusalem, 

■*■       Your  sweetest  notes  employ, 
The  paschal  victory  to  hymn 
In  strains  of  holy  joy  : 

2  How  Judah's  Lion  burst  his  chains, 

And  bruised  the  serpent's  head ; 
And  cried  aloud,  through  death's  domains, 
To  wake  th'  imprisoned  dead. 

3  Right  gloriously  he  triumphs  now  • 

To  him  all  power  is  given ; 
To  him  in  one  communion  bow 
All  saints  in  earth  and  heaven. 

4  And  we,  as  these  his  deeds  we  sing, 

His  soldiers,  him  implore, 
Within  his  palace  bright  to  bring 
And  keep  us  evermore. 


I=fc=|: 


A-men. 


206. 


PRAISE    TO    CHRIST. 


164 


206      My  Hope  and  Trust. 

C.  F.  Gellert. 


M'Ilvaine.    78,78;  77. 

J.  Haydn. 


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J      Death !  thy  sting  is  gone  for  ever ! 
He  who  deigned  for  me  to  die 
Lives,  the  bands  of  death  to  sever. 
He  shall  raise  me  with  the  just : 
Jesus  is  my  Hope  and  Trust. 

2  Jesus  lives  and  reigns  supreme ; 

And,  his  kingdom  still  remaining, 
I  shall  also  be  with  him, 

Ever  living,  ever  reigning. 

God  has  promised  ;  be  it  must : 
Jesus  is  my  Hope  and  Trust. 

3  Jesus  lives,  and  by  his  grace 

Victory  o'er  my  passions  giving, 
I  will  cleanse  my  heart  and  ways, 
Ever  to  his  glory  living. 
Me  he  raises  from  the  dust: 
Jesus  is  my  Hope  and  Trust. 

4  Jesus  lives !  I  know  full  well, 

Nought  from  him  my  heart  can  sever ; 
Life,  nor  death,  nor  powers  of  hell, 
Joy,  nor  grief,  henceforth,  forever. 
None  of  all  his  saints  is  lost ; 
Jesus  is  my  Hope  and  Trust. 


i65 


FOR  HIS  RESURRECTION. 


207. 


5  Jesus  lives,  and  death  is  now 
But  my  entrance  into  glory. 
Courage,  then,  my  soul,  for  thou 
Hast  a  crown  of  life  before  thee  ; 

Thou  shalt  find  thy  hopes  were  just — 
Jesus  is  the  Christian's  Trust. 


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A-men. 


207 


The  Lord's  Day 

Unknown  A  uthor. 

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J      Our  triumphant  holy  day — Hallelujah  ! 
Who  did  once,  upon  the  cross, — Hallelujah  ! 
Suffer  to  redeem  our  loss. — Hallelujah ! 

2  Hymns  of  praise  then  let  us  sing — Hallelujah  ! 
Unto  Christ,  our  heavenly  King  ; — Hallelujah  ! 
Who  endured  the  cross  and  grave, — Hallelujah! 
Sinners  to  redeem  and  save. — Hallelujah  ! 


3  But  the  pain  which  he  endured — Hallelujah ! 
Our  salvation  hath  procured  ; — Hallelujah ! 
Honor,  then,  to  him,  and  praise, — Hallelujah ! 
Rising  on  this  Day  of  days ! — Hallelujah  ! 


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206. 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST. 


164 


206      ^Y  Hope  and  Trust. 

C.  F.  Gellert. 


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J      Death !  thy  sting  is  gone  for  ever ! 
He  who  deigned  for  me  to  die 
Lives,  the  bands  of  death  to  sever. 
He  shall  raise  me  with  the  just : 
Jesus  is  my  Hope  and  Trust. 

2  Jesus  lives  and  reigns  supreme ; 

And,  his  kingdom  still  remaining, 
I  shall  also  be  with  him, 

Ever  living,  ever  reigning. 

God  has  promised  ;  be  it  must : 
Jesus  is  my  Hope  and  Trust. 

3  Jesus  lives,  and  by  his  grace 

Victory  o'er  my  passions  giving, 
I  will  cleanse  my  heart  and  ways, 
Ever  to  his  glory  living. 
Me  he  raises  from  the  dust: 
Jesus  is  my  Hope  and  Trust. 

4  Jesus  lives !  I  know  full  well, 

Nought  from  him  my  heart  can  sever; 
Life,  nor  death,  nor  powers  of  hell, 
Joy,  nor  grief,  henceforth,  forever. 
None  of  all  his  saints  is  lost ; 
Jesus  is  my  Hope  and  Trust. 


i65 


FOR  HIS  RESURRECTION. 


207. 


5  Jesus  lives,  and  death  is  now 
But  my  entrance  into  glory. 
Courage,  then,  my  soul,  for  thou 
Hast  a  crown  of  life  before  thee  ; 
Thou  shalt  find  thy  hopes  were  just- 
Jesus  is  the  Christian's  Trust. 


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A-men. 


207 


The  Lord's  Day. 

Unknown  A  uthor. 


WORGAN.      7S. 
Dr.  Worgan. 


i    JESUS  Christ  is  risen  to-day— Hallelujah! 


J      Our  triumphant  holy  day — Hallelujah 
Who  did  once,  upon  the  cross, — Hallelujah  ! 
Suffer  to  redeem  our  loss. — Hallelujah ! 


2  Hymns  of  praise  then  let  us  sing — Hallelujah  ! 
Unto  Christ,  our  heavenly  King  ; — Hallelujah  ! 
Who  endured  the  cross  and  grave, — Hallelujah! 
Sinners  to  redeem  and  save. — Hallelujah  ! 


3  But  the  pain  which  he  endured — Hallelujah ! 
Our  salvation  hath  procured  ; — Hallelujah ! 
Honor,  then,  to  him,  and  praise, — Hallelujah ! 
Rising  on  this  Day  of  days  ! — Hallelujah  ! 


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A-men. 


208. 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


166 


208      ^HE  Lord  IS  RlSEN- 

T.  Hastings. 


Hastings.    86,86;  88. 

T.  Hastings. 


i    TLJ  O W  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn, 
*•*'     That  gilds  the  sacred  tomb, 
Where  once  the  Crucified  was  borne, 

And  vailed  in  midnight  gloom  ! 
O  weep  no  more  the  Saviour  slain ; 
The  Lord  is  risen — he  lives  again. 

2  Ye  mourning  saints,  dry  every  tear 

For  your  departed  Lord  ; 
"  Behold  the  place — he  is  not  here," 

The  tomb  is  all  unbarred : 
The  gates  of  death  were  closed  in  vain ; 
The  Lord  is  risen — he  lives  again. 

3  Now  cheerful  to  the  house  of  prayer 

Your  early  footsteps  bend  ; 
The  Saviour  will  himself  be  there, 

Your  advocate  and  friend  : 
Once  by  the  law  your  hopes  were  slain, 
But  now  in  Christ  ye  live  again. 

4  How  tranquil  now  the  rising  day  ! 

'T  is  Jesus  still  appears, 
A  risen  Lord,  to  chase  away 

Your  unbelieving  fears : 
O,  weep  no  more  your  comforts  slain ; 
The  Lord  is  risen — he  lives  again. 


i67 


FOR  HIS  RESURRECTION. 


209. 


5  And  when  the  shades  of  evening  fall, 
When  life's  last  hour  draws  nigh, 
If  Jesus  shine  upon  the  soul, 

How  blissful  then  to  die  ! 
Since  he  has  risen  who  once  was  slain, 
Ye  die  in  Christ  to  live  again. 


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A-men. 


209 


The  Stone  Rolled  Away. 

T.  Scott. 

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Arimathea.    7s. 

C.  F.  Roper. 

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-£*■     Death,  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey ! 
See,  he  rises  from  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 
Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day. 

2  Tis  the  Saviour !  Angel,  raise 
Shouts  of  everlasting  praise  : 
Let  the  world's  remotest  bound 
Hear  the  joy-inspiring  sound. 

Hallelujah !  Hallelujah ! 
Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day. 

3  Saints  on  earth,  lift  up  your  eyes,— 
Now  to  glory  see  him  rise 

In  long  triumph  through  the  sky, 
Up  to  waiting  worlds  on  high. 

Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 
Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day. 


Eg=ii 


A-men. 


210,211. 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


168 


Christ  Enthroned 

M.  Bridges. 


i    T3  ISE,  glorious  Conqueror,  rise 

-"-^-     Into  thy  native  skies, — Assume  thy  right : 
And  where,  in  many  a  fold,  The  clouds  are  backward  roll'd — 
Pass  through  those  gates  of  gold,  And  reign  in  light ! 

2  Victor  o'er  death  and  hell ! 

Cherubic  legions  swell  Thy  radiant  train : 
Praises  all  heaven  inspire,  Each  angel  sweeps  his  lyre, 
And  waves  his  wings  of  fire, — Thou  Lamb  once  slain  ! 

3  Enter,  incarnate  God ! 

No  feet  but  thine  have  trod  The  serpent  down : 
Blow  the  full  trumpets,  blow !  Wider  yon  portals  throw  ! 
Saviour,  triumphant,  go  And  take  thy  crown ! 

4  Lion  of  Judah — Hail ! — 

And  let  thy  name  prevail  From  age  to  age : 
Lord  of  the  rolling  years — Claim  for  thine  own  the  spheres, 
For  thou  hast  bought  with  tears  Thy  heritage. 


2ii       Ascended  on  High. 

E.  Toke. 


Ascension.     S.  M.  D. 

G.  J.  Elvey. 


i  nTHOU  art  gone  up  on  high, 
-*-      To  realms  beyond  the  skies ; 
And  round  thy  throne  unceasingly 
The  songs  of  praise  arise ; 


169 


FOR  HIS  ASCENSION. 


212. 


But  we  are  lingering  here, 
With  sin  and  care  oppressed  ; 

Lord,  send  thy  promised  Comforter, 
And  lead  us  to  our  rest. 

Thou  art  gone  up  on  high ; 

But  thou  didst  first  come  down, 
Through  earth's  most  bitter  misery 

To  pass  unto  thy  crown ; 
And  girt  with  griefs  and  fears 

Our  onward  course  must  be ; 
But  only  let  this  path  of  tears 

Lead  us  at  last  to  thee. 


Thou  art  gone  up  on  high ; 

But  thou  shalt  come  again, 
With  all  the  bright  ones  of  the  sky 

Attendant  in  thy  train. 
Lord,  by  thy  saving  power, 

So  make  us  live  and  die, 
That  we  may  stand  in  that  dread  hour 

At  thy  right  hand  on  high. 


-F-  r? 


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A-men. 


212 


John  xiv.  2-4. 

C.  F.  Alexander. 


ABNEY.      CM. 

N.  Herrmann. 


1  T^H'  eternal  gates  lift  up  their  heads, 

-*-      The  doors  are  opened  wide ; 
The  King  of  glory  is  gone  up 
Unto  his  Father's  side. 

2  Thou  art  gone  in  before  us,  Lord, 

Thou  hast  prepared  a  place, 
That  we  may  be  where  now  thou  art, 
And  look  upon  thy  face. 
13 


213- 


PRAISE    TO  CHRIST 


170 


212.       CONTINUED. 

1!   i.J   ft 


3  And  ever  on  thine  earthly  path 

A  gleam  of  glory  lies  ; 
A  light  still  breaks  behind  the  cloud 
That  vails  thee  from  our  eyes. 

4  Lift  up  our  thoughts,  lift  up  our  songs, 

And  let  thy  grace  be  given, 
That,  while  we  linger  yet  below, 
Our  hearts  may  be  in  heaven ; — 

5  That,  where  thou  art  at  God's  right  hand, 

Our  hope,  our  love  may  be : 
Dwell  in  us  now,  that  we  may  dwell 
For  evermore  in  thee. 


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2 jo       The  King  of  Glory. 

°         C.  Wesley, 


Janua  Coeli.    L.  M.  D. 

y.  Goss. 

L — 1    1    ,  „— l- J-jM- 


1  /^\UR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
^-^  Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high  ; 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 

Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky, 
There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay : 
"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates, 

Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way ! " 


I7I  IN  HIS  HEAVENLY  GLORY.  214. 

2  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  th'  ethereal  scene  ; 
He  claims  these  mansions  as  his  right ; 

Receive  the  King  of  glory  in. 
"  Who  is  the  King  of  glory,  who  ?  " 

The  Lord  that  all  his  foes  o'ercame ; 
That  sin,  and  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew ; 

And  JESUS  is  the  conqueror's  name. 

3  Lo  !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay : — 
"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ! 

Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way  !  "  1: 

"  Who  is  the  King  of  glory,  who  ?  "  : 

The  Lord  of  boundless  power  possessed,     =g=?2= 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too  ;  :EEp 

God  over  all,  forever  blessed.  A-men 


Worthy  the  Lamb.  Hull.    L.  M. 

/.  Watts.  German. 

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Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ? 

2  Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  slain, 

The  Prince  of  Peace  that  groaned  and  died, 
Worthy  to  rise,  and  live,  and  reign, 
At  his  almighty  Father's  side. 

3  Honor  immortal  must  be  paid 

Instead  of  scandal  and  of  scorn  ; 
While  glory  shines  around  his  head, 
And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 


215- 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


172 


214.       CONTINUED. 


HULL. 


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4  Blessings  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  curse  for  wretched  men 
Let  angels  sound  his  sacred  name, 
And  every  creature  say,  Amen. 


A-men. 


215 


The  Song  of  Songs. 

y.  Montgomery. 


Duke  Street.     L.  M. 

y.  Hatton. 


pOME,  let  us  sing  the  song  of  songs, 
^     The  saints  in  heaven  began  the  strain, 
The  homage  which  to  Christ  belongs : 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain  !  " 

Slain  to  redeem  us  by  his  blood, 
To  cleanse  from  every  sinful  stain, 

And  make  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain!  " 

To  him,  enthroned  by  filial  right, 

All  power  in  heaven  and  earth  proclaim, 

Honor  and  majesty  and  might ; 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain! " 

Long  as  we  live,  and  when  we  die, 

And  while  in  heaven  with  him  we  reign  ; 

This  song,  our  song  of  songs  shall  be  : 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain!  " 


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2l6. 


2  J  6      "  Crown  Him." 

E.  Perronet. 


Coronation.    C.  M. 

O.  Holden. 


i     A  LL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 

■**■     Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
I :  Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all.  :|| 

2  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call ; 
1 :  Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  blood 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all.  :[ 

3  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall, — 
|:  Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all.  :|| 

4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
[ :  To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all.  :|| 

Second  Tune. 


A-men. 


Crown  Him. 

F.  Hiller. 


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M.  Bridges. 


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CROWN  him  with  many  crowns, 
The  Lamb  upon  his  throne ; 
Hark,  how  the  heavenly  anthem  drowns 

All  music  but  its  own  : 
With  his  most  precious  blood 

From  sin  he  set  us  free : 
We  hail  him  as  our  matchless  King 
Through  all  eternity. 

Crown  him,  the  Lord  of  love: 

Behold  his  hands  and  side, 
Rich  wounds,  yet  visible  above 

In  beauty  glorified : 
No  angel  in  the  sky 

Can  fully  bear  that  sight, 
But  downward  bends  his  burning  eye 

At  mysteries  so  bright. 


Crown  him  the  Lord  of  peace : 

Whose  power  a  sceptre  sways 
From  pole  to  pole,  that  wars  may  cease, 

And  all  be  prayer  and  praise : 
His  reign  shall  know  no  end, 

And  round  his  pierced  feet 
Fair  flowers  of  Paradise  extend 

Their  fragrance  ever  sweet. 


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IN  HIS  HEAVENLY  GLORY. 


218. 


Crown  him  the  Lord  of  heaven, 

One  with  the  Father  known, 
One  with  the  Spirit  through  him  given 

From  yonder  glorious  throne ! 
To  thee  be  endless  praise, 

For  thou  for  us  hast  died  : 
Be  thou,  O  Lord,  through  endless  days 

Adored  and  magnified. 


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A-men. 


2l8      Worthy  the  Lamb. 

y.  Olivers. 


Olivers.    66,84.  D- 

Dr.  y.  Stainer. 


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i  THE  goodly  land  I  see,  With  peace  and  plenty  blest; 
-*■      A  land  of  sacred  liberty  And  endless  rest : 
There  milk  and  honey  flow,  And  oil  and  wine  abound, 
And  trees  of  life  forever  grow  With  mercy  crowned. 

2  There  dwells  the  Lord  our  King,The  Lord  our  righteousness ; 
Triumphant  o'er  the  world  and  sin,  The  Prince  of  peace, 
On  Zion's  sacred  height,  His  kingdom  still  maintains, 

And  glorious,  with  his  saints  in  light,  Forever  reigns. 

3  Before  the  Saviour's  face  The  ransomed  nations  bow, 
O'erwhelmed  at  his  almighty  grace,  Forever  new : 
He  shows  his  prints  of  love ;  They  kindle  to  a  flame, 

And  sound  through  all  the  worlds  above, '  Worthy  the  Lamb ! ' 

4  The  whole  triumphant  host  Give  thanks  to  God  on 

high: 
"  Hail,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost !  "  They  ever  cry. 
Hail,  Abrah'm's  God  and  mine !  (I  join  the  heavenly 

lays) 
All  might  and  majesty  are  thine,  And  endless  praise  ! 


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'  M.  Bridges. 


DlADEMATA.      S.  M.  D, 
J.  Barnby. 


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The  Lamb  upon  his  throne ; 
Hark,  how  the  heavenly  anthem  drowns 

All  music  but  its  own : 
With  his  most  precious  blood 

From  sin  he  set  us  free : 
We  hail  him  as  our  matchless  King 
Through  all  eternity. 

Crown  him,  the  Lord  of  love : 

Behold  his  hands  and  side, 
Rich  wounds,  yet  visible  above 

In  beauty  glorified : 
No  angel  in  the  sky 

Can  fully  bear  that  sight, 
But  downward  bends  his  burning  eye 

At  mysteries  so  bright. 


Crown  him  the  Lord  of  peace : 

Whose  power  a  sceptre  sways 
From  pole  to  pole,  that  wars  may  cease, 

And  all  be  prayer  and  praise : 
His  reign  shall  know  no  end, 

And  round  his  pierced  feet 
Fair  flowers  of  Paradise  extend 

Their  fragrance  ever  sweet. 


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218. 


Crown  him  the  Lord  of  heaven, 

One  with  the  Father  known, 
One  with  the  Spirit  through  him  given 

From  yonder  glorious  throne ! 
To  thee  be  endless  praise, 

For  thou  for  us  hast  died  : 
Be  thou,  O  Lord,  through  endless  days 

Adored  and  magnified. 


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A-men. 


2l8      Worthy  the  Lamb. 

y.  Olivers. 

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Dr.  y.  Stainer. 

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And  trees  of  life  forever  grow  With  mercy  crowned. 

2  There  dwells  the  Lord  our  King,The  Lord  our  righteousness ; 
Triumphant  o'er  the  world  and  sin,  The  Prince  of  peace, 
On  Zion's  sacred  height,  His  kingdom  still  maintains, 

And  glorious,  with  his  saints  in  light,  Forever  reigns. 

3  Before  the  Saviour's  face  The  ransomed  nations  bow, 
O'er  whelmed  at  his  almighty  grace,  Forever  new  : 
He  shows  his  prints  of  love ;  They  kindle  to  a  flame, 

And  sound  through  all  the  worlds  above, '  Worthy  the  Lamb ! ' 

4  The  whole  triumphant  host  Give  thanks  to  God  on 

high: 
"  Hail,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! "  They  ever  cry. 
Hail,  Abrah'm's  God  and  mine !  (I  join  the  heavenly 

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210      "JESUS  Crowned  with  Glory.' 

^         Thomas  Kelly. 


Victoria.    8-7-4. 

W.  H.  Monk. 


i    T    OOK,  ye  saints!  the  sight  is  glorious: 
■*— '     See  the  Man  of  sorrows  now, 
From  the  fight  returned  victorious ; — 
Every  knee  to  him  shall  bow : 

Crown  him — crown  him  ! — 
Crowns  become  the  victor's  brow. 

2  Crown  the  Saviour,  angels  !  crown  him : 

Rich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings : 
In  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  him, 
While  the  vault  of  heaven  rings : 

Crown  him — crown  him ! — 
Crown  the  Saviour,  King  of  kings. 

3  Sinners  in  derision  crowned  him, — 

Mocking  thus  the  Saviour's  claim  ; 
Saints  and  angels !  crowd  around  him, — 
Own  his  title,  praise  his  name  : 

Crown  him — crown  him  ! — 
Spread  abroad  the  victor's  fame. 


Hark !  those  bursts  of  acclamation ! 

Hark  !  those  loud  triumphant  chords  ! 
Jesus  takes  the  highest  station  ; — 

O  what  joy  the  sight  affords ! 
Crown  him — crown  him, — 

King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords ! 


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A-men. 


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On  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  Him, 
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Crown  Him  !    Crown  Him  ! 
Crown  the  Saviour,  King  of  kings. 


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cr  Saints  and  angels  crowd  around  Him, 
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j^Hark!   those  bursts  of  acclamation! 

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0,  what  joy  the  sight  affords! 
Crown  Him  !    Crown  Him  ! 
King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords.     Amen. 


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177 


IN  HIS  HEAVENLY  GLORY. 


220,  221. 


220      Christ  enthroned. 

J.  Newton. 


Medfield.     C.  M. 

Mather. 


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*■  *~     And  bore  our  sins  and  pains, 
Now,  seated  on  th'  eternal  throne, 
The  God  of  glory  reigns. 

2  While  harps  unnumbered  sound  his  praise 

In  yonder  world  above, 
His  saints  on  earth  admire  his  ways, 
And  glory  in  his  love. 

3  When  troubles,  like  a  burning  sun, 

Beat  heavy  on  their  head, 
To  this  almighty  Rock  they  run, 
And  find  a  pleasing  shade. 

4  How  glorious  he !  how  happy  they, 

In  such  a  glorious  Friend  ! 
Whose  love  secures  them  all  the  way, 
And  crowns  them  at  the  end. 


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A-men. 


221       Revelation    v.  8-14. 

/.  Watts. 

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St.  Ann's.    C.  M. 

IV.  Croft. 
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1  (~^0 ME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
^     With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 

But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 

"  To  be  exalted  thus  :  " 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
"  For  he  was  slain  for  us." 


222. 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


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3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 


■&. 


A-men. 


222      Worthy  the  Lamb. 

J.  Allen. 


SWANTON.      6-4. 
L.  Mason. 


GLORY  to  God  on  high ! 
Let  heaven  and  earth  reply, — "  Praise  ye  his  name !  " 
Angels  his  love  adore,  Who  all  our  sorrows  bore, 
Saints  cry  for  ever  more, — "  Worthy  the  Lamb." 

Ye  who  surround  the  throne, 

Cheerfully  join  in  one,  Praising  his  name  : 
Ye  who  have  felt  his  blood  Sealing  your  peace  with  God, 

Sound  through  the  earth  abroad,— "  Worthy  the  Lamb." 


179 


FOR  HIS  INTERCESSION. 


223. 


3  Soon  must  we  change  our  place, 

Yet  will  we  never  cease  Praising  his  name : 
Still  will  we  tribute  bring,  Hail  him  our  gracious  King; 
And  through  all  ages  sing, — "  Worthy  the  Lamb." 


Our  Surety. 


Lenox.     H.  M. 

J.  Edson. 
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1  A  RISE,  my  soul,  arise  ;  Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears  ; 
-^     The  bleeding  sacrifice  In  my  behalf  appears  ; 

I :  Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands,  :|| 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  He  ever  lives  above  For  me  to  intercede ; 

His  all-redeeming  love,  His  precious  blood,  to  plead ; 
I :  His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race,  :|| 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears,  Received  on  Calvarv  ; 
They  pour  effectual  prayers,  They  strongly  plead  for  me 

|j:  Forgive  him,  O  forgive,  they  cry,  :|| 
Nor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die. 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray,  His  dear  anointed  One : 
He  cannot  turn  away  The  presence  of  his  Son : 

||:  His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood,  :|| 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 


5  My  God  is  reconciled  ;  His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear : 
He  owns  me  for  his  child  ;  I  can  no  longer  fear  : 
:  With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh,  :|| 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 


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224,  225. 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


180 


224 


Our  Intercessor. 

A  nne  Steele. 


Mendon.     L.  M. 

German. 


TT E  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives, — 
■*■  *■     What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives ! 
And  now,  before  his  Father,  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merit  of  his  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 

And  justice  armed  with  frowns  appears  ; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face, 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 

3  Hence  then,  ye  black,  despairing  thoughts 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  fauits, 

His  powerful  intercessions  rise, 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  In  every  dark,  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

5  Great  Advocate,  almighty  Friend  ! 
On  him  our  humble  hopes  depend ; 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
For  Jesus  pleads,  and  must  prevail. 


A-men. 


Jesus  reigns 

L.  Bacon. 


Nuremburg.     7s. 

From  a  German  Choral. 


1  ~VK  7"AKE  the  song  of  jubilee, 
*  *       Let  it  echo  o'er  the  sea ! 
Now  is  come  the  promised  hour ; 
Jesus  reigns  with  glorious  power ! 


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FOR  HIS  COMING  KINGDOM. 


226. 


2  All  ye  nations,  join  and  sing, 

Praise  your  Saviour,  praise  your  King  ; 
Let  it  sound  from  shore  to  shore, — 
1  Jesus  reigns  for  evermore ! ' 


3  Hark!  the  desert  lands  rejoice; 
And  the  islands  join  their  voice ; 
Joy  !  the  whole  creation  sings, — 
1  Jesus  is  the  King  of  kings ! ' 


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A-men. 


226      Philippians  iv.  4. 

C.  Wesley. 

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1  *p  EJOICE !  the  Lord  is  King— Your  God  and  King  adore; 
-^     Mortals,  give  thanks  and  sing,  And  triumph  evermore : 

Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice : 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

2  His  kingdom  cannot  fail ;  He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heaven ; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell  Are  to  our  Jesus  given : 

Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice : 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

3  He  all  his  foes  shall  quell,  Shall  all  our  sins  destroy, 
And  every  bosom  swell  With  pure  seraphic  joy : 

Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice : 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 


4  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope !  Jesus,  the  judge,  shall  come, 
And  take  his  servants  up  To  their  eternal  home : 
We  soon  shall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice — 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound,  Rejoice  ! 


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227,  228. 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


182 


227 


Hasting  unto  the  Day. 

H.  Bonar. 


Advent.     S.  M. 

J.  B.  Calkin. 


'OME,  Lord,  and  tarry  not!    Bring  the  long-looked-for 
day; 

O,  why  these  years  of  waiting  here, 
These  ages  of  delay  ? 

2  Come,  for  thy  saints  still  wait ;  Daily  ascends  their  sigh  ; 

The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say,  Come ! 
Dost  thou  not  hear  the  cry  ? 

3  Come,  for  creation  groans,  Impatient  of  thy  stay, 

Worn  out  with  these  long  years  of  ill, 
These  ages  of  delay. 

4  Come,  and  make  all  things  new,  Build  up  this  ruined  earth, 

Restore  our  faded  paradise, — 
Creation's  second  birth. 

5  Come  and  begin  thy  reign  Of  everlasting  peace  ; 

Come,  take  the  kingdom  to  thyself, 
Great  King  of  Righteousness  ! 


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A-men. 


228      Thy  Kingdom  come. 

John  Johns. 


Greenwood.    S.  M. 

J.  Sweetser. 

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^         Shed  peace  and  hope  and  joy  abroad, 

And  wisdom  from  above. 

2  Over  our  spirits  first  Extend  thy  healing  reign ; 

There  raise  and  quench  the  sacred  thirst 
That  never  pains  again. 

3  Come,  kingdom  of  our  God  !  And  make  the  broad  earth  thine; 

Stretch  o'er  her  lands  and  isles  the  rod 
That  flowers  with  grace  divine. 


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FOR  HIS  COMING  KINGDOM. 


220. 


4  Soon  may  all  tribes  be  blest  With  fruit  from  life's 
glad  tree ; 

And  in  its  shade  like  brothers  rest, 
Sons  of  one  family. 


229 


A-men. 


Hallelujah 

J.  Montgomery. 


Benevento.     7s.  D. 

S.  Webbe. 


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Or  the  fullness  of  the  sea, 
When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore ! 
Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 
God  omnipotent  shall  reign ; 
Hallelujah  !  let  the  word 
Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 


Hallelujah  ! — hark !  the  sound, 

From  the  center  to  the  skies, 

Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation's  harmonies : 

See  Jehovah's  banners  furled, 

Sheathed  his  sword  :  he  speaks — 'tis  done, 

And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son. 


He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole, 
With  illimitable  sway  ; 
He  shall  reign,  when  like  a  scroll 
Yonder  heavens  are  passed  away. 
Then  the  end  :  beneath  his  rod 
Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall : 
Hallelujah  !  Christ  in  God, 
God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all ! 


230. 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


184 


230 


Thou  art  Coming. 

F,  R.  Havergal. 


Expectation.    P.  M. 

W.  H.  Monk. 


''"PHOU  art  coming,  O  my  Saviour, 
-L      Thou  art  coming,  O  my  King, 
In  thy  beauty  all-resplendent 
In  thy  glory  all-transcendent ; 

Well  may  we  rejoice  and  sing ; 
Coming  !  In  the  opening  east 

Herald  brightness  slowly  swells  ; 
Coming !  O  my  glorious  Priest, 

Hear  we  not  thy  golden  bells? 

Thou  art  coming,  thou  art  coming ; 

We  shall  meet  thee  on  thy  way, 
We  shall  see  thee,  we  shall  know  thee, 
We  shall  bless  thee,  we  shall  show  thee 

All  our  hearts  could  never  say; 
What  an  anthem  that  will  be, 
Bringing  out  our  love  to  thee, 
Pouring  out  our  rapture  sweet 
At  thine  own  all-glorious  feet. 

Thou  art  coming  ;  at  thy  table 

We  are  witnesses  for  this  ; 
While  remembering  hearts  thou  meetest 
In  communion  clearest,  sweetest, 

Earnest  of  our  coming  bliss, 


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FOR  HIS  COMING  KINGDOM. 


231. 


Showing  not  thy  death  alone, 
And  thy  love  exceeding  great, 

But  thy  coming,  and  thy  throne, 
All  lor  which  we  long  and  wait. 


O  the  joy  to  see  thee  reigning, 

Thee,  my  own  beloved  Lord  ! 
Every  tongue  thy  name  confessing, 
Worship,  honor,  glory,  blessing, 

Brought  to  thee  with  one  accord  ; 
Thee,  my  Master  and  my  Friend, 

Vindicated  and  enthroned, 
Unto  earth's  remotest  end 

Glorified,  adored,  and  owned. 


A-men. 


231 

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-*■      The  midnight  cry  is  heard  ;  thy  sleep  forsake. 
The  marriage-day  has  come  ;  lift  up  thy  head, 
Put  on  thy  bridal  robe,  the  feast  is  spread. 


2  Shake  off  earth's  dirt,  and  wash  thy  weary  feet ; 
Arise,  make  haste,  go  forth,  the  Bridegroom  greet. 
Sing  the  new  song  !  thy  triumph  has  begun  ; 
Thy  tears  are  wiped  away,  thy  night  is  done ! 


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A-men. 


232. 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


186 


232 


Waiting  for  the  Lord. 

H.  Bonar. 


VlGILATE.      S.  M.  D. 
C.  Steggall. 


3 


HPHE  Church  has  waited  long 
*-      Her  absent  Lord  to  see  ; 
And  still  in  loneliness  she  waits 
A  friendless  stranger  she. 
Age  after  age  has  gone, 
Sun  after  sun  has  set, 
And  still  in  weeds  of  widowhood, 
She  weeps,  a  mourner  yet. 
Come  then,  Lord  Jesus,  come! 

Saint  after  saint  on  earth 

Has  lived,  and  loved,  and  died ; 
And  as  they  left  us  one  by  one, 

We  laid  them  side  by  side. 

We  laid  them  down  to  sleep, 

But  not  in  hope  forlorn — 
We  laid  them  but  to  slumber  there 

Till  the  last  glorious  morn. 
Come  then,  Lord  Jesus,  come ! 

We  long  to  hear  thy  voice, 

To  see  thee  face  to  face, 
To  share  thy  crown  and  glory  then, 

As  now  we  share  thy  grace. 

Should  not  the  loving  Bride 

The  absent  Bridegroom  mourn  ? 
Should  she  not  wear  the  weeds  of  grief 

Until  her  Lord  return  ? 
Come  then,  Lord  Jesus,  come ! 


i87 


FOR  HIS  COMING  KINGDOM. 


233. 


The  whole  creation  groans, 
And  waits  to  hear  that  voice 

That  shall  restore  her  comeliness, 
And  make  her  wastes  rejoice. 
Come,  Lord,  and  wipe  away 
The  curse,  the  sin,  the  stain, 

And  make  this  blighted  world  of  ours 
Thine  own  fair  world  again. 
Come  then,  Lord  Jesus,  come  ! 


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A-men. 


233 


2  Thessalonians  iv.  16,  17 

IV.  B.  Collyer. 

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Monmouth.     87,87 ;  887. 

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^REAT  God  !  what  do  I  see  and  hear?- 
^-*     The  end  of  things  created  ! 
Behold  the  Judge  of  man  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated  ! 
The  trumpet  sounds — the  graves  restore 
The  dead  which  they  contained  before ! 

Prepare,  my  soul,  to  meet  him! 


The  dead  in  Christ  shall  first  arise, 
At  the  last  trumpet's  sounding, 

Caught  up  to  meet  him  in  the  skies, 
With  joy  their  Lord  surrounding  : 

No  gloomy  fears  their  souls  dismay, 

His  presence  sheds  eternal  day, 
On  those  prepared  to  meet  him. 


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A-men. 


234- 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


1 88 


2*2 A       Laurenti's  Hymn. 

«^         Tr.  J.  Borthwick. 


Exultation.    7-6.  D. 

H.  Smart. 


REJOICE,  all  ye  believers, 
And  let  your  lights  appear, 
The  evening  is  advancing, 

And  midnight  now  is  near ; 
The  Bridegroom  is  arising, 

And  soon  he  draweth  nigh  ; 

Up,  up,  and  watch,  and  wrestle, 

At  midnight  comes  the  cry. 

See  that  your  lamps  are  burning, 

Replenish  them  with  oil, 
And  wait  for  your  salvation — 

The  end  of  earthly  toil. 
The  watchers  on  the  mountain 

Proclaim  the  Bridegroom  near: 
Go  meet  him  as  he  cometh, 

With  Hallelujahs  clear. 

Ye  wise  and  holy  virgins, 

Now  raise  your  voices  higher, 
Until  in  songs  of  triumph 

They  meet  the  angel  choir. 
The  marriage  feast  is  waiting, 

The  doors  wide  open  stand, 
Be  ready,  then,  to  meet  him, 

The  Bridegroom  is  at  hand. 


189 


FOR  HIS  ATONEMENT. 


235. 


4  Our  Hope  and  Expectation, 

O  Jesus !  now  appear ; 
Arise,  thou  Sun,  so  longed  for, 

O'er  this  benighted  sphere  ! 
With  hearts  and  hands  uplifted, 

We  plead,  O  Lord,  to  see 
The  day  of  earth's  redemption, 

That  brings  us  unto  thee ! 


A-men. 


2-5EJ      Sin — Salvation. 

*^         /.  Watts. 


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Parah.     S.  M. 

L.  Mason. 
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1    TTOW  heavy  is  the  night 
*-  -*■     That  hangs  upon  our  eyes, 
Till  Christ  with  his  reviving  light 
Over  our  souls  arise ! 


2  Our  guilty  spirits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  heaven ; 
But  in  his  righteousness  arrayed, 
We  see  our  sins  forgiven. 

3  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways ; 
His  hands  infected  nature  cure 
With  sanctifying  grace. 

4  The  powers  of  hell  agree 

To  hold  our  souls  in  vain ; 
He  sets  the  sons  of  bondage  free, 
And  breaks  the  cursed  chain. 

5  Lord,  we  adore  thy  ways 

To  bring  us  near  to  God, 
Thy  sovereign  power,  thy  healing  grace, 
And  thine  atoning  blood. 


A-men. 


236, 237- 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


190 


2^6      A  GRATEFUL  Lay. 

R.  Robinson. 


Sicilian  Hymn.    8-7. 

Sicilian. 


'1111 

i    CAVIOUR,  source  of  every  blessing, 
^     Tune  my  heart  to  grateful  lays ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  ceaseless  songs  of  praise. 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  measure, 

Sung  by  raptured  saints  above ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  sacred  pleasure, 
While  I  sing  redeeming  love. 

3  Thou  didst  seek  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
Thou,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
Didst  redeem  me  with  thy  blood. 

4  By  thy  hand  restored,  defended, 

Safe  through  life,  thus  far,  I'm  come ; 
And,  O  Lord,  when  life  is  ended, 
Bring  me  to  my  heavenly  home. 


A-men. 


237 


One  altogether  Lovely. 

6".  Stennet. 


St.  Peter.     C.  M. 

A.  R.  Reinagle. 


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A/TAJESTIC  sweetness  sits  enthroned 
*■**■     On  my  Redeemer's  brow  ; 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowned, 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 

No  mortal  can  with  him  compare 

Among  the  sons  of  men  : 
Fairer  is  he  than  all  the  fair 

That  fill  the  heavenly  train. 


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FOR  HIS  ATONENENT. 


238. 


3  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 

He  flew  to  my  relief; 
For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

4  To  him  I  owe  my  life,  and  breath, 

And  all  the  joys  I  have  : 
He  makes  me  triumph  over  death, 
And  saves  me  from  the  grave. 

5  To  heaven,  the  place  of  his  abode, 

He  brings  my  weary  feet ; 
Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 
And  makes  my  joys  complete. 

6  Since  from  his  bounty  I  receive 

Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord,  they  should  all  be  thine ! 


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A-raen. 


238 


A  Greek  Hymn. 

Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 


Stephanos.    85,83. 

W.  H.  Monk. 


1  A  RT   thou  weary,  art  thou   languid,  art  thou  sore  dis- 
^  trest  ? 

"  Come  to  me,"  saith  One,  "and  coming,  be  at  rest!  " 

2  Hath  he  marks  to  lead  me  to  him,  if  he  be  my  Guide  ? — 
"  In  his  feet  and  hands  are  wound-prints,  and.  his  side." 

3  If  I  find  him,  if  I  follow,  what  his  guerdon  here  ? — 
"  Many  a  sorrow,  many  a  labor,  many  a  tear." 

4  If  I  still  hold  closely  to  him,  what  hath  he  at  last? — 
"  Sorrow  vanquished,  labor  ended,  Jordan  passed." 

$  If  I  ask  him  to  receive  me,  will  he  say  me  nay  ? 
"  Not  till  earth,  and  not  till  heaven  pass  away." 


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239,  240. 


PRAISE    TO   CHRIST 


192 


239 


Isaiah  xii. 

W.  Cowper. 


LUBECK.      7s. 
German. 


1  r  '  ' — ^-^r 

1  WILL  praise  thee  every  day, 

-■-      Now  thine  anger's  turned  away ! 
Comfort  now  and  hope  arise 
From  the  bleeding  sacrifice. 

2  Jesus  is  become  at  length, 

My  salvation  and  my  strength ; 
And  his  praises  shall  prolong, 
While  I  live,  my  pleasant  song. 

3  Praise  ye,  then,  his  glorious  name, 
Publish  his  exalted  fame  ! 

Still  his  worth  your  praise  exceeds, 
Excellent  are  all  his  deeds. 

4  Raise  again  the  joyful  sound, 
Let  the  nations  roil  it  round ! 
Zion,  shout,  for  this  is  he, 

God  the  Saviour  dwells  in  thee. 


l^gf 


A-men. 


Redeeming  Love. 

Anne  Steele. 


SWANWICK. 


i  nPO  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 
-*-      Awake  the  sacred  song ; 
O  may  his  love — immortal  flame— 
I :  Tune  every  heart  and  tongue.  :|| 


I93  PRAISE    TO    THE  HOLY  SPIRIT.  241. 

2  His  love,  what  mortal  thought  can  reach  ! 

What  mortal  tongue  display ! 
Imagination's  utmost  stretch 
1 :  In  wonder  dies  away.  :|| 

3  For  us  he  left  his  throne  on  high, 

Left  the  bright  realms  of  bliss, 
And  came  on  earth  to  bleed  and  die — 
[ :  Was  ever  love  like  this  ?  :|| 


4  O  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme 
Fill  every  heart  and  tongue, 
Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  name, 
I :  And  join  the  sacred  song.  :||  ~A^ien. 


241 


Veni,  Creator  Spiritus.  Mendon.     L.  M. 

7>.  E.  Caswall.  German. 


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i   POME,  O  Creator-Spirit  blest, 
^"     And  in  our  souls  take  up  thy  rest ; 
Come,  with  thy  grace  and  heavenly  aid, 
To  fill  the  hearts  which  thou  hast  made. 

2  Great  Comforter,  to  thee  we  cry  ; 
O  highest  gift  of  God  most  high ! 
O  fount  of  life !  O  fire  of  love ! 
And  sweet  anointing  from  above ! 

3  Kindle  our  senses  from  above, 
And  make  our  hearts  o'erflow  with  love ; 
With  patience  firm,  and  virtue  high, 
The  weakness  of  our  flesh  supply. 

4  Far  from  us  drive  the  foe  we  dread, 
And  grant  us  thy  true  peace  instead ; 
So  shall  we  not,  with  thee  for  guide, 
Turn  from  the  path  of  life  aside.  '  A.m^n 


*?  (^ 


242, 243- 


PRAISE    TO    THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 


194 


2A2       Come,  Holy  Spirit 

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Mear.     C.  M 

A.  Williams, 

4-H-t- 


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1  r*OME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
^     With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 

In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys ; 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers ; 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 


3=\ 


A-men. 


243 


The  Spirit's  Work. 

y.  Hart. 


Eastnor.     S.  M. 

A.King. 


i   rOME  Holy  Spirit,  come  ; 
^     Let  thy  bright  beams  arise  ; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Convince  us  of  our  sin  ; 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood, 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 


195 


PRAISE    TO    THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 


244. 


3  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

4  Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new  create  the  whole. 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come ; 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free . 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  love, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee. 


A-men. 


244 


To  the  Holy  Ghost. 

A .  Reed. 
1      .,    , ,^-4 


Norwich.     7s. 

English. 


1  fJOLY  GHOST,  with  light  divine, 
■^  *     Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away 
Turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  Holy  Ghost,  with  power  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine  ; 
Long  hath  sin,  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

3  Holy  Ghost,  with  joy  divine, 
Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine  ; 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart, 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 

4  Holy  Spirit,  all-divine, 

Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Cast  down  every  idol-throne, 
Reign  supreme, — and  reign  alone. 


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A-men. 


245, 246. 


PRAISE    TO    THE  HOLY  SPIRIT 


196 


24  C      Waiting  for  the  Promise 

J.  Montgomery. 


i   r\  SPIRIT  of  the  living  God, 
^-^     In  all  thy  plenitude  of  grace, 
Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 
Descend  on  our  apostate  race. 

2  Give  tongues  of  fire,  and  hearts  of  love, 

To  preach  the  reconciling  word ; 
Give  power  and  unction  from  above, 
Where'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

3  Be  darkness,  at  thy  coming,  light 

Confusion — order,  in  thy  path ; 
Souls  without  strength,  inspire  with  might; 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

4  Baptize  the  nations,  far  and  nigh  ; 

The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record  ; 
The  name  of  Jesus  glorify, 

Till  every  kindred  call  him  Lord. 


-| — ' — l 

A-men. 


246 


Enlightening  Grace. 

B.  Beddome. 


444 


Quebec.    L.  M. 

H.  Baker. 


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B^Tia9BFiHi? 


1  I 


1  r*OME,  blessed  Spirit !  source  of  light ! 

^     Whose  power  and  grace  are  unconfined, 
Dispel  the  gloomy  shades  of  night — 
The  thicker  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2  To  mine  illumined  eyes,  display 

The  glorious  truth  thy  word  reveals ; 
Cause  me  to  run  the  heavenly  way, 
Thy  book  unfold,  and  loose  the  seals. 


i97 


PRAISE    TO    THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 


247. 


3  Thine  inward  teachings  make  me  know 

The  mysteries  of  redeeming  love, 
The  vanity  of  things  below, 
And  excellence  of  things  above. 

4  While  through  this  dubious  maze  I  stray, 

Spread,  like  the  sun,  thy  beams  abroad, 
To  show  the  dangers  of  the  way, 
And  guide  my  feeble  steps  to  God. 


A-men. 


247 


The  witnessing  Spirit.  Ludwig.     76,76;  77,76. 

C.  Wesley.  From  Beethoven. 

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"DLESSED  Comforter,  come  down, 
*-*     And  live  and  move  in  me ; 
Make  my  every  deed  thy  own, 

In  all  things  led  by  thee  ; 
Bid  each  evil  thought  depart, 

Now  with  me  vouchsafe  to  dwell ; 
Faithful  Witness,  in  my  heart 

Thy  perfect  love  reveal. 

Let  me  in  thy  love  rejoice, 

Thy  shrine,  thy  pure  abode ; 
Tell  me,  by  thine  inward  voice, 

I  am  a  child  of  God  : 
Lord,  I  choose  the  better  part, 

Lord,  I  wait  thy  peace  to  feel ; 
Send  the  witness,  in  my  heart 

The  Holy  Ghost  reveal. 


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A-men. 


248,  249. 


PRAISE    TO    THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 


198 


2^8      The  s?irit  of  Adoption. 

^  I.  Watts. 

4— 1M- 


Refuge.    C.  M. 

y.  Barnby. 


U — I — (S-t- 


i  ^X  TH  Y  should  the  children  of  a  King 
*V      Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter,  descend,  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints, 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven  ? 
When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show. my  sins  forgiven? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come ; 
And  thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Will  safe  convey  me  home. 


A-men. 


249 


The  Comforter. 

G.  Raivson. 


Pentecost.     77,75. 

A.  S.  Sullivan. 


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1  UOLY  GHOST,  the  Infinite! 

* ■*     Shine  upon  our  nature's  night 
With  thy  blessed  inward  light, 
Comforter  Divine ! 

2  We  are  sinful :  cleanse  us,  Lord ; 
We  are  faint :  thy  strength  afford  ; 
Lost, — until  by  thee  restored, 

Comforter  Divine ! 


199 


PRAISE    TO    THE  HOLY  SPIRIT 


250. 


3  Like  the  dew,  thy  peace  distill ; 
Guide,  subdue  our  wayward  will, 
Things  of  Christ  unfolding  still, 

Comforter  Divine ! 

4  In  us,  for  us,  intercede, 

And  with  voiceless  groanings,  plead 
Our  unutterable  need, 

Comforter  Divine ! 


5  In  us  "Abba,  Father,"  cry — 
Earnest  of  our  bliss  on  high, 
Seal  of  immortality, — 

Comforter  Divine  ! 

6  Search  for  us  the  depths  of  God  ; 
Bear  us  up  the  starry  road, 

To  the  height  of  thine  abode, 
Comforter  Divine ! 


A-men. 


250 


Magnificat. 

J.  Mason. 


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1  jVTY  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord, 
LVl      My  spirit  doth  rejoice 

In  God,  my  Saviour  and  my  God ; 
I  hear  his  joyful  voice. 

2  I  need  not  go  abroad  for  joy, 

Who  have  a  feast  at  home, 
My  sighs  are  turned  to  happy  songs, 
The  Comforter  is  come. 

3  Down  from  on  high  the  blessed  Dove 

Is  come  into  my  breast, 
To  witness  God's  eternal  love ; 
This  is  my  heavenly  feast. 


SEE 


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A-men. 


251,  252. 


PRAISE    TO    THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 


200 


251 


"  Revive  thy  Work.' 

J.  Newton. 


Sicilian  Hymn.    8-7. 

Sicilian. 


1  C  AVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation  ; 
^     Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 

Unless  thou  return  again. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance  ; — 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 

3  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent ; 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers  ; 
Let  each  one  esteemed  thy  servant, 
Shun  the  world's  enticing  snares. 

4  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power; 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh  ; 
And  begin,  from  this  good  hour. 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 


A-men. 


252 


King  Robert's  Hymn. 

Tr.  R.  Palmer. 


Bayley.    6-4. 

E.  L.  White. 


i   POME,  Holy  Ghost,— in  love 

^     Shed  on  us  from  above  Thine  own  bright  ray ! 
Divinely  good  thou  art ;  Thy  sacred  gifts  impart 
To  gladden  each  sad  heart :  O  come  to-day  ! 


201 


PRAISE    TO    THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 


253. 


2  Come,  tenderest  Friend,  and  best, 

Our  most  delightful  guest,  With  soothing  power ; 
Rest,  which  the  weary  know,  Shade,  'mid  the  noontide  glow, 
Peace,  when  deep  griefs  o'erflow,  Cheer  us,  this  hour ! 

3  Come,  Light  serene,  and  still 

Our  inmost  bosoms  fill;  Dwell  in  each  breast: 
We  know  no  dawn  but  thine ;  Send  forth  thy  beams  divine, 
On  our  dark  souls  to  shine,  And  make  us  blest ! 

4  Come,  all  the  faithful  bless ; 

Let  all  who  Christ  confess,  His  praise  employ : 
Give  virtue's  rich  reward  ;  Victorious  death  accord, 
And,  with  our  glorious  Lord,  Eternal  joy ! 


253 


"Even  Me." 

E.  Codner. 


Even  Me.    87,87;  337. 

W.  B.  Bradbury  ;  by  per. 
"l  ..     I     I  J     ,  ■     1 


Copyright,  in  "Golden  Shower,"  by  Win.  B.  Bradbury. 


1  T) ASS  me  not,  O  God,  our  Father ! 
-*-       Sinful  though  my  heart  may  be  ; 
Thou  might'st  leave  me,  but  the  rather 

Let  thy  mercy  light  on  me— 

Even  me;  even  me. 
Let  thy  mercy  light  on  me. 

2  Pass  me  not,  O  gracious  Saviour ! 

Let  me  live  and  cling  to  thee ; 
For  I'm  longing  for  thy  favor ; 

While  thou  'rt  calling,  call  thou  me — 

Even  me ;  even  me. 
While  thou  'rt  calling,  call  thou  me. 


3  Pass  me  not,  O  mighty  Spirit ! 

Thou  canst  make  the  blind  to  see  ;. 
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254- 


HYMNS  OF  GODLY  SORROW. 


202 


253.      CONTINUED. 


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Witnesser  of  Jesus'  merit! 
Speak  some  word  of  power  to  me — 

Even  me  ;  even  me. 
Speak  some  word  of  power  to  me. 

Love  of  God — so  pure  and  changeless ; 

Blood  of  Christ — so  rich  and  free  ; 
Grace  of  God — so  strong  and  boundless, 

Magnify  it  all  in  me ! — 

Even  me ;  even  me. 

Magnify  it  all  in  me. 


3^ 


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A-men. 


254 


Seeking  Rest. 

y.  Montgomery. 


Advent.     S.  M. 

y.  B.  Calkin. 


i  r\  WHERE  shall  rest  be  found— 
^^     Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh : 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years ; 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 


203 


HYMNS  OF  GODLY  SORROW. 


255. 


4  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  : 
O  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death  ! 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun, 
Lest  we  be  banished  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 


A-men. 


2te      A  Sore  Lament. 

DD         T.  Hastings. 


Garnet.     P.  M. 

T.  Hastings. 

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i   pORGIVE  my  folly,  O  Lord  most  holy; 
■*■       Cleanse  me  from  every  stain  ; 
For  thee  I  languish  ;  pity  my  anguish, 
Nor  let  my  sighing  be  vain. 

2  Deeply  repenting,  sorely  lamenting 

All  my  departures  from  thee  ; 
And  now  returning,  thine  absence  mourning 
Lord,  show  thy  mercy  to  me. 

3  Sinful,  unworthy,  trembling  before  thee, 

Here  at  thy  cross  will  I  kneel ; 
Thy  love  once  bleeding,  now  interceding, 
Shall  for  my  ransom  avail. 

4  Through  thy  rich  merit,  by  thy  free  Spirit, 

Comfort  my  desolate  soul : 
Heavenly  Physician,  in  kind  compassion 
Now  bid  the  wounded  be  whole. 


A-men. 


256,257. 


HYMNS  OF  REPENTANCE. 


204 


2^6      The  Pcblican,s  Prayer. 

**  C.  Elven. 


L.  M. 

Bacon. 


1  A17TTH  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh, 

*  V       A  trembling  sinner,  Lord,  I  cry; 
Thy  pard'ning  grace  is  rich  and  free : 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me ! 

2  I  smite  upon  my  troubled  breast, 

With  deep  and  conscious  guilt  oppressed  ; 
Christ  and  his  cross  my  only  plea : 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me ! 

3  Far  off  I  stand  with  tearful  eyes, 
Nor  dare  uplift  them  to  the  skies ; 
But  thou  dost  all  my  anguish  see : 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me ! 

4  Nor  alms,  nor  deeds  that  I  have  done, 
Can  for  a  single  sin  atone ; 

To  Calvary  alone  I  flee : 
O  God  be  merciful  to  me ! 

5  And  when,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
With  all  the  ransomed  throng  I  dwell, 
My  raptured  song  shall  ever  be, 

God  has  been  merciful  to  me ! 


A-men. 


2^7      Hosea  vi.  1-3. 

y.  Morrison. 


Euston  Road.    CM. 

H.  Smart. 


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^     With  contrite  hearts  return ! 
Our  God  is  gracious,  nor  will  leave 
The  desolate  to  mourn. 


205 


HYMNS   OF  REPENTANCE. 


258. 


2  His  voice  commands  the  tempest  forth, 

And  stills  the  stormy  wave ; 
His  arm,  though  it  be  strong  to  smite, 
Is  also  strong  to  save. 

3  Our  hearts,  if  God  we  seek  to  know, 

Shall  know  him  and  rejoice : 
His  coming  like  the  morn  shall  be ; 
Like  morning  songs  his  voice. 

4  As  dew  upon  the  tender  herb, 

Diffusing  fragrance  round ; 
As  showers  that  usher  in  the  spring, 
And  cheer  the  thirsty  ground  ; 


5  So  shall  his  presence  bless  our  souls, 
And  shed  a  joyful  light ; 
That  hallowed  morn  shall  chase  away 
The  sorrows  of  the  night. 


A-men. 


258 


Consecration 

P.  Doddridge. 
11.     I  J 


Harmony  Grove.     L.  M. 

H.  K.  Oliver. 

\  \  11.  ■  ...  t  I  1.  .  I 


1  C\  HAPPY  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 
^^     On  thee,  my  Saviour,  and  my  God ; 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 

And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  Tis  done  ;  the  great  transaction's  done : 

I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine ; 
He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 
Charmed  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

3  High  heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 

That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear ; 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 

And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 


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A-men. 


259,  26o. 


HYMNS  OF  REPENTANCE. 


206 


259 


Philippians  iii.  7-9. 

Watts. 


UXBRIDGE.      L.  M. 

L.  Mason. 


i    1VT  O  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more, 
-L^      Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done: 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 

What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  loss ; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 

3  Yes, — and  I  must,  and  will  esteem 

All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake ; 
O  may  my  soul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteousness  partake. 

4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 

Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne ; 
But  faith  can  answer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 


260 


Philippians  i.  21. 

P.  Doddridge. 


Chester.    L.  M. 

R.  Schumann. 


1  A/T Y  gracious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right 
-LVI     To  every  service  I  can  pay  ; 
And  call  it  my  supreme  delight 

To  hear  thy  dictates  and  obey. 

2  I  would  not  breathe  for  worldly  joy, 

Or  to  increase  my  worldly  good, 
Nor  future  days  or  powers  employ 
To  spread  a  sounding  name  abroad. 


207 


HYMNS  OF  REPENTANCE. 


26l. 


3  'Tis  to  my  Saviour  I  would  live ; 

To  him  who  for  my  ransom  died ; 

Nor  could  the  bowers  of  Eden  give 

Such  bliss  as  blossoms  at  his  side. 

4  His  work  my  hoary  age  shall  bless, 

When  youthful  vigor  is  no  more ; 
And  my  last  hour  of  life  confess 

His  aying  love's  constraining  power. 


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A-men. 


26l 


The  Mercy-Seat. 

J.  Newton. 


Faith.    C.  M. 

J.  B.  Dykes. 

4- 


i     A  PPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat 
**•     Where  Jesus  answers  prayer ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea — 

With  this  I  venture  nigh ; 
Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  pressed, 
By  war  without,  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 


4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place, 

That,  sheltered  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him  thou  hast  died. 

5  O  wondrous  love !  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I,* 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name  ! 


A-men. 


262,  263. 


HYMNS  OF  REPENTANCE. 


208 


262      The  Foul's  Repose. 

A  nne  Steele. 


Rockingham.    L.  M. 

L.  Mason. 


1  TVT  OW  I  resolve  with  all  my  heart, 

-L^     With  all  my  powers  to  serve  the  Lord ; 
Nor  from  his  precepts  e'er  depart, 
Whose  service  is  a  rich  reward. 

2  O  be  his  service  all  my  joy  ! 

Around  let  my  example  shine, 
Till  others  love  the  blest  employ, 
And  join  in  labors  so  divine. 

3  Be  this  the  purpose  of  my  soul, 

My  solemn,  my  determined  choice, 
To  yield  to  his  supreme  control. 
And  in  his  kind  commands  rejoice. 

4  O  may  I  never  faint  nor  tire, 

Nor  wandering  leave  his  sacred  ways ; 
Great  God,  accept  my  soul's  desire, 

And  give  me  strength  to  live  thy  praise. 


A-men. 


263 


"  I    CAN — I   WILL. 
W.  M.  Bunting. 

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Hermon.    C.  M. 

L.  Mason. 


1  "\  \  7"HILE  yet  the  life-proclaiming  word 

*  *       Doth  through  my  conscience  thrill, 
Breathe  life  ;  and  lo  !  divinely  stirred, 
I  can  repent,  I  will. 

2  Thou  that  to  will  in  me  hast  wrought, 

Haste,  work  in  me  to  do ; 
And,  lest  the  purpose  leave  my  thought, 
Now  my  whole  heart  renew. 


209 


HYMNS  OF  REPENTANCE. 


264. 


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A  dying  soul  I  flee ; 
Bid  me  be  reconciled,  and  blest, 
And  born  of  God,  through  thee. 


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6".  y.  Stone. 

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1  A  \  7"EARY  of  earth,  and  laden  with  my  sin, 

^  *       I  look  at  heav'n  and  long  to  enter  in, 
But  there  no  evil  thing  may  find  a  home ; 
And  yet  I  hear  a  voice  that  bids  me  "  Come." 

2  So  vile  I  am,  how  dare  I  hope  to  stand 
In  the  pure  glory  of  that  holy  land  ? 
Before  the  whiteness  of  that  Throne  appear  ? 

Yet  there  are  hands  stretched  out  to  draw  me  near. 

3  It  is  the  voice  of  Jesus  that  I  hear, 

His  are  the  hands  stretched  out  to  draw  me  near, 
And  his  the  blood  that  can  for  all  atone, 
And  set  me  faultless  there  before  the  Throne. 

4  'Twas  he  who  found  me  on  the  deathly  wild, 
And  made  me  heir  of  heav'n,  the  Father's  child, 
And  day  by  day,  whereby  my  soul  may  live, 
Gives  me  his  grace  of  pardon,  and  will  give. 

5  Yea,  thou  wilt  answer  for  me,  righteous  Lord : 
Thine  all  the  merit,  mine  the  great  reward ; 
Thine  the  sharp  thorns,  and  mine  the  golden  crown, 
Mine  the  life  won,  and  thine  the  life  laid  down. 


A-men. 


265,  266. 


HYMNS  OF  REPENTANCE. 


210 


of\K      A  Returning  Wanderer. 

Anne  Steele. 


Martyrdom.    C.  M. 

H.  Wilson. 

UJ   I,   i„  I,     ,  ,«r-4_ 


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i   f~\  THOU  whose  tender  mercy  hears 
^^     Contrition's  humble  sigh  ; 
Whose  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye  ; — 

2  See,  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wanderer  mourn ; 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face? 
Hast  thou  not  said — "  Return  ?  " 

3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  me  from  thy  feet? 
O  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat ! 

4  O  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 

With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ! 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joys  divine. 


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A-men. 


Of\f\         "  I    WILL    ARISE.' 
E.  P.  Parker. 


Arden.     C.  M. 
E.  P.  Parker. 


i     A    STRANGER  in  a  barren  land, 
«**■     Weary  and  faint  I  roam  ; 
Why  did  I  scorn  a  Father's  yoke, 
Or  leave  my  happy  home? 

2  I  will  arise,  I  will  return 

And  seek  my  Father's  face ; 
Tell  him  my  sorrow,  sin,  and  shame, 
And  plead  his  pardoning  grace. 


211 


HYMNS  OF  REPENTANCE. 


267. 


3  O  Father,  thy  poor,  sinful  child 

Returns,  at  length,  to  thee ! 
Unworthy  to  be  called  thy  son, 
Let  me  thy  servant  be  ! 

4  He  meets  me  yet  a  great  way  off, 

And  clasps  me  to  his  breast ; 
He  takes  me  to  his  home  again, 
And  gives  the  wanderer  rest. 


A-men. 


267 


Returning  to  Jesus. 

C.  Wesley. 


St.  Petersburg.     L  M.  61. 

Russian. 
111,1 


i  "\  1  rEARY  of  wandering  from  my  God, 
*  *       And  now  made  willing  to  return, 
I  hear,  and  bow  me  to  the  rod : 

Yet  not  in  hopeless  grief  I  mourn  ; 
I  have  an  Advocate  above, 
A  Friend  before  the  throne  of  love. 

2  O  Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  grace, — 

More  full  of  grace  than  I  of  sin, — 
Yet  once  again  I  seek  thy  face, 

Open  thine  arms,  and  take  me  in ! 
And  freely  my  backslidings  heal, 
And  love  thy  faithless  servant  still. 

3  Thou  know'st  the  way  to  bring  me  back, 

My  fallen  spirit  to  restore  ; 
O,  for  thy  truth  and  mercy's  sake, 

Forgive,  and  bid  me  sin  no  more : 
The  ruins  of  my  soul  repair, 
And  make  my  heart  a  house  of  prayer. 


pa 

HH 


268,269. 


HYMNS  OF  REPENTANCE. 


212 


268 


Saved  by  Hope 

A  nne  Steele. 

-U>4 


Meribah. 


C.  P.  M. 

L.  Mason. 


i    "D  RIGHT  scenes  of  bliss, — unclouded  skies, 
*-*     Invite  my  soul ; — O,  could  I  rise, 

Nor  leave  a  thought  below, 
I'd  bid  farewell  to  anxious  care, 
And  say,  to  every  tempting  snare, — 

Heaven  calls,  and  I  must  go  : — 

2  Heaven  calls, — and  can  I  yet  delay  ? 
Can  aught  on  earth  engage  my  stay? 

Ah !  wretched  lingering  heart ! 
Come,  Lord,  with  strength,  and  life,  and  light, 
Assist  and  guide  my  upward  flight, 
i\nd  bid  the  world  depart. 


m 


mm 

A-men. 


The  Mercy-Seat. 

T.  Moore. 


269 


Consolation.     ii,io;ii,io 

S.  Webbe, 

4 


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i   POME,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish  : 
^     Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel ; 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your  anguish  ; 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 
Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure, 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly  saying, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  cure. 


213 


HYMNS  OF  REPENTANCE. 


270. 


Here  see  the  bread  of  life ;  see  waters  flowing 
Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from  above  ; 

Come  to  the  feast  of  love :  come,  ever  knowing 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  but  heaven  can  remove. 


■g  a 


A-men. 


270 


Longing  for  Rest. 

y.  Newton. 


Spanish  Hymn.     7s.  D. 

Unknown. 


DOES  the  Gospel-word  proclaim 
Rest  for  those  that  weary  be  ? 
Then,  my  soul,  put  in  thy  claim — 

Sure  that  promise  speaks  to  thee ; 
Marks  of  grace  I  cannot  show, 

All  polluted  is  my  best ; 
But  I  weary  am,  I  know, 
And  the  weary  long  for  rest. 

Burdened  with  a  load  of  sin, 

Harassed  with  tormenting  doubt, 
Hourly  conflicts  from  within, 

Hourly  crosses  from  without ; 
All  my  little  strength  is  gone, 

Sink  I  must  without  supply ; 
Sure  upon  the  earth  is  none 

Can  more  weary  be  than  I. 


In  the  ark  the  weary  dove 

Found  a  welcome  resting-place  ; 
Thus  my  spirit  longs  to  prove 

Rest  in  Christ,  the  Ark  of  grace: 
Tempest-tossed  I  long  have  been, 

And  the  flood  increases  fast ; 
Open,  Lord,  and  take  me  in, 

Till  the  storm  be  overpast ! 


A-men. 


271. 


HYMNS  OF  REPENTANCE. 


214 


271 


Pilgrimage  begun. 

G.  Crabbe. 


Cleveland.     7s.  D. 

From  Blumenthal. 


4M 


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PILGRIM,  burdened  with  thy  sin, 
Come  the  way  to  Zion's  gate ; 
There,  till  mercy  speaks  within, 

Knock,  and  weep,  and  watch,  and  wait: 
Knock — he  knows  the  sinner's  cry  ; 

Weep — he  loves  the  mourner's  tears ; 
Watch,  for  saving-  grace  is  nigh  ; 
Wait,  till  heavenly  light  appears. 

Hark,  it  is  the  Saviour's  voice ! 

"  Welcome,  pilgrim,  to  thy  rest ! 
Now  within  the  gate,  rejoice, 

Safe,  and  owned,  and  bought,  and  blest. 
Safe,  from  all  the  lures  of  vice ; 

Owned,  by  joys  the  contrite  know  ; 
Bought  by  love,  and  life  the  price ; 

Blest,  the  mighty  debt  to  owe. 


Holy  pilgrim,  what  for  thee 

In  a  world  like  this  remains? 
From  thy  guarded  breast  shall  flee 

Fear,  and  shame,  and  doubts,  and  pains: 
Fear — the  hope  of  heaven  shall  fly, 

Shame,  from  glory's  view  retire  ; 
Doubt,  in  full  belief  shall  die, 

Pain,  in  endless  bliss  expire. 


4 — I- 


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A-men. 


215 


HYMNS  OF  REPENTANCE. 


272. 


272 


Bearing  the  Cross. 

H.  F.  Lyte. 


Bethabara.     8-7.  D. 

H.  Smart. 


I 


i    T  ESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
J      All  to  leave,  and  follow  thee ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  henceforth,  my  all  shalt  be ; 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, — 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, — 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own ! 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me ; 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too  ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me : — 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue ; 
O  while  thou  dost  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me  ;- 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 


3  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast ; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  give  me  sweeter  rest. 
O  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me ; 
O  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me — 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee. 


m 


A-men. 


273- 


HYMNS  OF  REPENTANCE. 


216 


273 


The  Voice  of  Jesus. 

H.  Bonar. 


Vox  Dilecti.     C.  M.  D. 

J.  B.  Dykes. 


-r^—r 


1  T   HEARD  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 
-*-     "  Come  unto  me  and  rest ; 

Lay  down,  thou  weary  one,  lay  down 
Thy  head  upon  my  breast :  " 

I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was, 
Weary,  and  worn,  and  sad  ; 

I  found  in  him  a  resting-place, 

.    And  he  has  made  me  glad. 

2  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  Behold,  I  freely  give 
The  living  water  !  thirsty  one, 

Stoop  down,  and  drink,  and  live." 
I  came  to  Jesus,  and  I  drank 

Of  that  life-giving  stream  : 
My  thirst  was  quenched,  my  soul  revived, 

And  now  I  live  in  him. 

3  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  I  am  this  dark  world's  light: 
Look  unto  me ;  thy  morn  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  day  be  bright." 
I  looked  to  Jesus  and  I  found 

In  him  my  Star,  my  Sun ; 
And  in  that  light  of  life  I'll  walk 

Till  traveling  days  are  done. 


^-f2. 


A-men. 


217 


HYMNS  OF  REPENTANCE. 


274. 


274 


P 


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1  T  ORD,  to  thee  alone  we  turn, 
-*— '     To  thy  cross  for  succor  fly  ; 
There,  as  penitents,  to  learn 

How  to  live,  and  how  to  die. 
Sinful,  we  before  thee  fall, 

Helpless,  for  thy  help  we  plead ; 
Hear  us,  as  on  thee  we  call, 

Aid  us  in  our  time  of  need. 

2  In  the  midst  of  sin  and  strife, 

In  the  depths  of  mortal  woe, 
Teach  us,  Lord,  to  live  a  life 

Meet  for  sojourners  below. 
Though  the  road  be  often  dark, 

Though  our  feet  in  weakness  stray, 
Lead  us,  Saviour,  as  the  Ark 

Led  thy  chosen  on  their  way. 


16 


Weak,  and  weary,  and  alone, 

When  the  vale  of  death  we  tread, 
Then  be  all  thy  mercy  shown, 

Then  be  all  thy  love  displayed. 
Guard  us  in  that  gloomy  hour, 

Guide  us  to  the  land  of  rest, 
Where,  secure  from  Satan's  power, 

We  shall  lean  upon  thy  breast. 


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A-men. 


275,  276. 


HYMNS  OF  REPENTANCE. 


218 


Fleeing  for  Refuge. 


275 

'  **        E.H.  Bickerstetk 

!  Jlli,    1    M 


Refuge.    C.  M. 

y.  Barnby. 
I      N  I 


i  C\  JESUS,  Saviour  of  the  lost, 
^^     My  Rock  and  Hiding-place, 
By  storms  of  sin  and  sorrow  tossed, 
I  seek  thy  sheltering  grace. 

2  Guilty,  forgive  me,  Lord  !  I  cry  , 

Pursued  by  foes,  I  come ; 
A  sinner,  save  me,  or  1  die ; 
An  outcast,  take  me  home. 

3  Once  safe  in  thine  almighty  arms, 

Let  storms  come  on  amain ; 
There  danger  never,  never  harms ; 
There  death  itself  is  gain. 


2^ 


tet 


A-men. 


276 


The  Sacrifices  of  God. 

y.  S.  B.  Monsell. 


Offertory.     77,77  ;  88,88. 

R.  Redhead. 


^Ss^fe^^ 


i    TLTOLY  off 'rings  rich  and  rare, 
■*•  -■■     Offerings  of  praise  and  prayer, 
Purer  life  and  purpose  high, 
Clasped.hands,  uplifted  eye, 
Lowly  acts  of  adoration, 
To  the  God  of  our  salvation — 
On  his  altar  laid  we  leave  them ; 
Christ,  present  them !  God  receive  them. 


219 


HYMNS  OF  REPENTANCE. 


277. 


Vows  and  longings,  hopes  and  fears, 
Broken-hearted  sighs  and  tears, 
Dreams  of  what  we  yet  might  be 
Could  we  cling  more  close  to  thee, 
Which,  despite  of  faults  and  failings, 
Help  thy  grace  in  its  prevailings — 
On  thine  altar  laid  we  leave  them ; 
Christ,  present  them  !  God,  receive  them  ! 


Homage  of  each  humble  heart, 

Ere  we  from  thy  house  depart ; 

Worship  fervent,  deep  and  high, 

Adoration,  ecstasy  ; 

All  that  childlike  love  can  render 

Of  devotion  true  and  tender — 

On  thine  altar  laid  we  leave  them, 

Christ,  present  them  !  God,  receive  them  ! 


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A-men. 


A  Penitent  Prayer 

A  nne  Steele. 


Manoah.     C.  M. 

From  Rossini. 


W=w. 


r-r 


1 — 1- 


isiiililli 


O  GRACIOUS  God  in  whom  I  live, 
My  feeble  efforts  aid  ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 


2  Increase  my  faith — increase  my  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 
And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

3  O  keep  me  in  the  heavenly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee  ; 

And  let  me  never,  never  stray 

From  happiness  and  thee. 


t=t 


m 


-1 — ^ 

A-men. 


278,279. 


HYMNS  OF  REPENTANCE. 


220 


278       J0EL  "'  x3- 
'  7.  Chandler,  Tr. 


Faith.    C.  M. 

J.  B.  Dykes. 


r\  SINNER,  bring  not  tears  alone, 
^^     Or  outward  form  of  prayer, 
But  let  it  in  thy  heart  be  known 
That  penitence  is  there. 

To  smite  the  breast,  the  clothes  to  rend, 

God  asketh  not  of  thee  ; 
Thy  secret  soul  he  bids  thee  bend 

In  true  humility. 

O  let  us,  then,  with  heartfelt  grief, 

Draw  near  unto  our  God, 
And  pray  to  him  to  grant  relief, 

And  stay  the  lifted  rod. 

O  righteous  Judge,  if  thou  wilt  deign 

To  grant  us  what  we  need, 
We  pray  for  time  to  turn  again, 

And  grace  to  turn  indeed. 


A-men. 


Balerma.    C.  M. 

From  a  Spanish  A  tr. 


i    T'LL  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
-*-     Like  mountains  round  me  close 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

2  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 
And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 
I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone 
Without  his  sovereign  grace. 


221 


HYMNS  OF  REPENTANCE. 


280,  28l. 


3  Surely  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Will  surely  hear  my  prayer ; 
But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

4  I  can  but  perish,  if  I  go — 

I  am  resolved  to  try ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die. 


280       Coming  to  the  Ark. 

J.  Montgomery. 


Montgomery.     S.  M. 

L.  W.  Bacon. 
I 


O  CEASE,  my  wandering  soul, 
On  restless  wing  to  roam ; 
All  the  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 

Behold  the  ark  of  God ; 

Behold  the  open  door ; 
O  haste  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 

And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 

There  safe  thou  shalt  abide, 
There  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 

And  every  longing  satisfied, 
With  full  salvation  blest. 


m 


OS: 


A-men. 


28l 


At  the  Cross. 

/.  Watts. 


Grace  Church.    L.  M. 

From  Pleyel. 


i    "LJERE,  at  thy  cross,  my  gracious  Lord, 
■*•-■■     I  lay  my  soul  beneath  thy  love : 
Here  be  it  sprinkled  with  thy  blood, 
Nor  ever  from  thy  feet  remove ! 


282. 


HYMNS  OF  REPENTANCE. 


222 


28l.       CONTINUED. 


GRACE   CHURCH. 
!  I  1,      I    I,     I- 


2  Should  worlds  conspire  to  drive  me  hence, 

Moveless  and  firm  this  heart  should  lie ; 
Resolved,  for  'tis  my  last  defence, 
If  I  must  perish,  here  to  die. 

3  But  speak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear ; 

Am  I  not  safe  beneath  thy  shade  ? 
Thy  vengeance  will  not  strike  me  here, 
Nor  Satan  dare  my  soul  invade. 

4  Yes,  I'm  secure  beneath  thy  blood, 

And  all  my  foes  shall  lose  their  aim  : 
Hosanna  to  my  Saviour  God  ! 
And  loudest  praises  to  his  name. 


-J u 


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1 — p- 

A-men. 


282       "Pity,  Lord." 

Unknown  Writer. 
J \ 


DUFFIELD.      7S.    61. 
L.  W.  Bacon. 


i    piTY,  Lord,  the  child  of  clay, 
^      Who  can  only  weep  and  pray- 
Only  on  thy  love  depend  : 
Thou  who  art  the  sinner's  friend — 
Thou,  the  sinner's  only  plea — 

1 :  Jesus,  Saviour,  pity  me ! 


223 


HYMNS  OF  FAITH. 


283. 


From  thy  flock,  a  straying  lamb, 
Tender  Shepherd,  though  I  am  ; 
Now  upon  the  mountain  cold, 
Lost,  1  long  to  gain  the  fold, 
And  within  thine  arms  to  be : 
Jesus,  Saviour,  pity  me !  :|| 

O  where  stillest  streams  are  poured, 
In  green  pastures,  lead  me,  Lord  ! 
Bring  me  back,  where  angels  sound 
Joy  to  the  poor  wanderer  found ; 
Evermore  my  Shepherd  be : 
Jesus,  Saviour,  pity  me!  :|| 


Mark  ix.  24 

J.  R.  Wreford. 


Faith.    C.  M. 

J.  B.  Dykes. 


i    T  ORD,  I  believe  ;  thy  power  I  own, 
■*— '     Thy  word  I  would  obey ; 
I  wander  comfortless  and  lone, 
When  from  thy  truth  I  stray. 

2  Lord,  I  believe ;  but  gloomy  fears 

Sometimes  bedim  my  sight ; 
I  look  to  thee  with  prayers  and  tears, 
And  cry  for  strength  and  light. 

3  Lord,  I  believe  ;  but  oft,  I  know, 

My  faith  is  cold  and  weak : 
My  weakness  strengthen,  and  bestow 
'The  confidence  I  seek! 

4  Yes !  I  believe ;  and  only  thou 

Canst  give  my  soul  relief, 
Lord !  to  thy  truth  my  spirit  bow ; 
"  Help  thou  mine  unbelief!  " 


B 


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A-men. 


284,  285. 


HYMNS  OF  FAITH. 


224 


284      "Venture  on  Him." 

^        J.  Hart. 


Greenville.     8-7-4. 

J.  y.  Rousseau. 


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1  pOME,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 
^  Lost  and  ruined  by  the  fall ! 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 

You  will  never  come  at  all : 
Not  the  righteous,  Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 

2  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo !  your  Saviour  prostrate  lies ; 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him : 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 
It  is  finished  !  Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

3  Lo !  th'  incarnate  God,  ascended, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly ; 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude : 
None  but  Jesus  Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 


28^       John  iii.  14,  15. 

^        A.M.  Toplady. 


HOLYROOD.      7S. 
R.  Redhead. 


\  \  7"EARY  sinner !  keep  thine  eyes 

*  V       On  th'  atoning  Sacrifice  ; 
View  him  bleeding  on  the  tree, 
Pouring  out  his  life  for  thee. 

2  Surely  Christ  thy  griefs  hath  borne  ; 
Weeping  soul,  no  longer  mourn  : 
Now  by  faith  the  Son  embrace, 
Plead  his  promise,  trust  his  grace. 


225 


HYMNS  OF  FAITH. 


286. 


3  Cast  thy  guilty  soul  on  him  ; 
Find  him  mighty  to  redeem  : 
At  his  feet  thy  burden  lay ; 
Look  thy  doubts  and  cares  away. 

4  Lord,  come  thou  with  power  to  heal 
Now  thy  mighty  arm  reveal : 

At  thy  feet  myself  I  lay  ; 
Take,  O  take  my  sins  away ! 


A-men. 


286       JUST  AS  *  AM* 
C.  Elliot. 


Park  Church.     888,4. 

From  Gounod.    B.  P.  L. 


1  r>  * 


mmBim 


1  T  UST  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 

J      But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bid'st  me  come  to  thee, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 

To  thee  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  within,  and  fears  without, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

4  Just  as  I  am — poor,  wretched,  blind  ; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

5  Just  as  I  am — thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve ; 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 


287. 


HYMNS  OF  FAITH. 


226 


286.      CONTINUED. 


PARK  CHURCH. 


6  Just  as  I  am — thy  love  unknown 
Hath  broken  every  barrier  down  ; 
Now,  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 


A-men. 


287      The  Prayer  of  Faith. 

'  A.M.  Topiady. 


Merrick.     C.  P.  M. 

J.  B.  Dykes. 


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1  r\  THOU  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith, 
^     Wilt  thou  not  save  a  soul  from  death, 

That  casts  itself  on  thee  ? 
I  have  no  refuge  of  my  own, 
But  fly  to  what  my  Lord  hath  done 
And  suffered  once  for  me. 

2  Slain  in  the  guilty  sinners  stead 
His  spotless  righteousness  I  plead, 

And  his  availing  blood  : 
That  righteousness  my  robe  shall  be, 
That  merit  shall  atone  for  me, 

And  bring  me  near  to  God. 

3  Then  save  me  from  eternal  death, 
The  Spirit  of  adoption  breathe, 


227 


HYMNS  OF  FAITH. 


288. 


His  consolations  send : 
By  him  some  word  of  life  impart, 
And  sweetly  whisper  to  my  heart, 

"Thy  Maker  is  thy  friend." 


The  king  of  terrors  then  would  be 
A  welcome  messenger  to  me, 

To  bid  me  come  away  : 
Unclogged  by  earth,  or  earthly  things, 
I'd  mount,  I'd  fly,  with  eager  wings, 

To  everlasting  day. 


A-men. 


288      *^HE  ONLY  Saviour 

C.  Wesley. 
JL ■     ^. L 


Hamburg.    L.  M. 

Gregorian.    Arr.  Mason. 


i    T  ESUS,  the  sinner's  friend,  to  thee, 
J      Lost  and  undone,  for  aid  I  flee  ; 
Weary  of  earth,  myself,  and  sin, 
Open  thine  arms  and  take  me  in. 


2  Pity  and  save  my  sin-sick  soul, 

'Tis  thou  alone  canst  make  me  whole ; 
Dark,  till  in  me  thine  image  shine, 
And  lost  I  am  till  thou  art  mine. 


3  At  length  I  own  it  can  not  be 
That  I  should  fit  myself  for  thee, 
Here  now  to  thee  I  all  resign ; 
Thine  is  the  work,  and  only  thine. 

4  What  shall  I  say  thy  grace  to  move? 
Lord,  I  am  sin,  but  thou  art  love  ; 

I  give  up  every  plea  beside — 
Lord,  I  am  lost,  but  thou  hast  died. 


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A-men. 


289, 290. 


HYMNS  OF  FAITH. 


228 


Learning  of  Christ. 

W.  H.  Furness. 


MlZPEH.       7S. 
From  Beethoven. 


i   "pEEBLE,  helpless,  how  shall  I 
-■■       Learn  to  live  and  learn  to  die  ? 
Who,  O  God,  my  guide  shall  be  ? 
Who  shall  lead  thy  child  to  thee? 

2  Blessed  Father,  gracious  One ! 
Thou  hast  sent  thy  holy  Son ; 
He  will  give  the  light  I  need, 
He  my  trembling  steps  will  lead. 


29O 


3  Thus  in  deed,  and  thought,  and 
Led  by  Jesus  Christ  the  Lord, 
In  my  weakness,  thus  shall  I 
Learn  to  live  and  learn  to  die : — 

4  Learn  to  live  in  peace  and  love, 
Like  the  perfect  ones  above  ; 
Learn  to  die  without  a  fear, 
Feeling  thee,  my  Saviour,  near. 

Mark  ix.  24. 

/.  Watts. 


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A-men. 


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Dedham.    C.  M. 

W.  Gardiner. 


Pffiw 


i   T  O,  there's  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace 
-I— '     Sounds  from  the  sacred  word  ; 
"  Ho  !  ye  despairing  sinners  !  come, 
And  trust  upon  the  Lord." 

2  My  soul  obeys  th'  almighty  call, 
And  runs  to  this  relief; 
I  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord  ! 
O  help  my  unbelief. 


229 


HYMNS  OF  FAITH. 


291. 


3  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 
On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall : 
Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all. 


291 


Christ  a  Refuge. 

C.  Wesley. 
4 


A-men. 
Beatitude.     C.  M. 

y.  B.  Dykes. 
I    I.    ...  I,     I     1-4- 


1  IVTOW  to  the  haven  of  thy  breast, 
-L^      O  Son  of  man,  I  fly  ; 

Be  thou  my  refuge  and  my  rest, 
For  O,  the  storm  is  high. 

2  Protect  me  from  the  furious  blast ; 

My  shield  and  shelter  be : 
Hide  me,  my  Saviour,  till  o'erpast 
The  storm  of  sin  I  see. 

3  As  welcome  as  the  water-spring 

Is  to  a  barren  place, 
Jesus,  descend  on  me,  and  bring 
Thy  sweet,  refreshing  grace. 

4  As  o'er  a  parched  and  weary  land, 

A  rock  extends  its  shade, 
So  hide  me,  Saviour,  with  thy  hand, 
And  screen  my  naked  head. 

5  In  all  the  times  of  my  distress, 

Thou  hast  my  succor  been ; 
And,  in  my  utter  helplessness, 
Restraining  me  from  sin. 

6  How  swift  to  save  me  didst  thou  move 

In  every  trying  hour  ! 
O,  still  protect  me  with  thy  love, 
And  shield  me  with  thy  power. 


A-men. 


292. 


HYMNS  OF  FAITH. 


230 


292 


The  Friend  Unseen. 

C.  Elliot. 


Southard.    888,6. 

Arr.  L.  W.  Bacon. 


1  (~\  HOLY  Saviour!  Friend  unseen, 

^^     Since  on  thine  arm  thou  bid'st  me  lean, 
Help  me,  throughout  life's  changing  scene, 
By  faith  to  cling  to  thee ! 

2  Blest  with  this  fellowship  divine, 
Take  what  thou  wilt,  I'll  not  repine  ; 
For,  as  the  branches  to  the  vine, 

My  soul  would  cling  to  thee. 

3  Though  far  from  home,  fatigued,  opprest, 
Here  have  I  found  a  place  of  rest ; 

An  exile  still,  yet  not  unblest, 
Because  I  cling  to  thee. 

4  What  though  the  world  deceitful  prove, 
And  earthly  friends  and  hopes  remove ; 
With  patient  uncomplaining  love 

Still  would  I  cling  to  thee. 

5  Though  oft  I  seem  to  tread  alone 

Life's  dreary  waste,  with  thorns  o'ergrown, 
Thy  voice  of  love,  in  gentlest  tone, 
Still  whispers,  "  Cling  to  me  !  " 

6  Though  faith  and  hope  are  often  tried, 
I  ask  not,  need  not,  aught  beside ; 
So  safe,  so  calm,  so  satisfied, 

The  soul  that  clings  to  thee ! 


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A-men. 


23I 


HYMNS  OF  FAITH. 


293. 


293 


A  Hiding-place. 

T.  Raffles. 


St.  Leonard's. 


WA- 


C.  M.  D. 

H.  Hiles. 


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^HOU  art  my  hiding-place,  O  Lord! 
■*■      In  thee  I  put  my  trust, 
Encouraged  by  thy  holy  word, — 

A  feeble  child  of  dust. 
I  have  no  argument  beside, 

I  urge  no  other  plea ; 
And  'tis  enough  the  Saviour  died, 

The  Saviour  died  for  me ! 


When  storms  of  fierce  temptation  beat, 

And  furious  foes  assail, 
My  refuge  is  the  mercy -seat, 

My  hope  within  the  vail. 
From  strife  of  tongues,  and  bitter  words, 

My  spirit  flies  to  thee ; 
Joy  to  my  heart  the  thought  affords, 

My  Saviour  died  for  me ! 


And  when  thine  awful  voice  commands 

This  body  to  decay, 
And  life,  in  its  last  lingering  sands, 

Is  ebbing  fast  away  ; — 
Then,  though  it  be  in  accents  weak, 

My  voice  shall  call  on  thee, 
And  ask  for  strength  in  death  to  speak, 

"  My  Saviour  died  for  me." 


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A-men. 


294. 


HYMNS  OF  FAITH. 


232 


Confiding  in  God. 


Tully.     7-6.  D. 

L.  Mason. 
I 


IN  heavenly  love  abiding, 
No  change  my  heart  shall  fear, 
And  safe  is  such  confiding, 

For  nothing  changes  here  : 
The  storm  may  roar  without  me, 

My  heart  may  low  be  laid, 
But  God  is  round  about  me, 
And  can  I  be  dismayed  ? 

Wherever  he  may  guide  me, 

No  want  shall  turn  me  back ; 
My  Shepherd  is  beside  me, 

And  nothing  can  I  lack : 
His  wisdom  ever  waketh, 

His  sight  is  never  dim  : 
He  knows  the  way  he  taketh, 

And  I  will  walk  with  him. 


Green  pastures  are  before  me, 

Which  yet  I  have  not  seen  ; 
Bright  skies  will  soon  be  o'er  me. 

Where  darkest  clouds  have  been  : 
My  hope  I  cannot  measure ; 

My  path  to  life  is  free ; 
My  Saviour  has  my  treasure, 

And  he  will  walk  with  me. 


A-men. 


233 


HYMNS  OF  FAITH. 


295. 


20^      Matthew  vi.  30. 

^^        J.  Newton. 

Sb 


HULLAH.      7-6.    D. 
J.  Hullah. 


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TN  holy  contemplation, 

*-     Now  let  our  souls  pursue 

The  theme  of  God's  salvation, 

And  find  it  ever  new : 
Set  free  from  present  sorrow, 

We  cheerfully  can  say, 
Let  the  unknown  to-morrow 

Bring  with  it  what  it  may. 

It  can  bring  with  it  nothing, 

But  he  will  bear  us  through ; 
Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing, 

Will  clothe  his  people  too : 
Beneath  the  spreading  heavens, 

No  creature  but  is  fed ; 
And  he  who  feeds  the  ravens, 

Will  give  his  children  bread. 

Though  vine  nor  fig-tree  neither, 

Their  wonted  fruit  should  bear, 
Though  all  the  fields  should  wither, 

Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there ; 
Yet,  God  the  same  abiding, 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice ; 
For  while  in  him  confiding, 

I  cannot  but  rejoice. 


A-men. 


296,  297. 


HYMNS  OF  FAITH. 


234 


2o6      Looking  to  Jesus. 

Unknown  Writer. 


Paulina,     iis. 

Donizetti.    Arr.  L.  W.  B. 
I— j-r-J— I— l-r-J—J— Ur- 


1  (~\  EYES  that  are  weary,  and  hearts  that  are  sore 
^-J     Look  off  unto  Jesus,  now  sorrow  no  more  ! 
The  light  of  his  countenance  shineth  so  bright, 
That  here,  as  in  heaven,  there  need  be  no  night. 

2  While  looking  to  Jesus,  my  heart  cannot  fear; 
I  tremble  no  more  when  I  see  Jesus  near ; 

I  know  that  his  presence  my  safeguard  will  be, 
For,  "  Why  are  ye  troubled? "  he  saith  unto  me. 

3  Still  looking  to  Jesus,  O  may  I  be  found, 

When  Jordan's  dark  waters  encompass  me  round : 
They  bear  me  away  in  his  presence  to  be : 
I  see  him  still  nearer  whom  always  I  see. 

4  Then,  then  shall  I  know  the  full  beauty  and  grace 
Of  Jesus,  my  Lord,  when  I  stand  face  to  face ; 
Shall  know  how  his  love  went  before  me  each  day, 
And  wonder  that  ever  my  eyes  turned  away. 


1^1 

A-men. 


207      John  vi.  68 

"'  C.  Wesley. 


Federal  Street.     L.  M. 

H.  K.  Oliver. 


W HITHER,  O,  whither  should  I  fly, 
But  to  my  loving  Father's  breast ! 
Secure  within  thine  arms  to  lie, 
And  safe  beneath  thy  wings  to  rest ! 


235 


HYMNS  OF  FAITH. 


298. 


In  all  my  ways  thy  hand  I  own, 
Thy  ruling  providence  I  see  : 

Assist  me  still  my  course  to  run, 
And  still  direct  my  paths  to  thee. 

I  have  no  skill  the  snare  to  shun  ; 

But  thou,  O  God,  my  wisdom  art: 
I  ever  into  ruin  run  ; 

But  thou  art  greater  than  my  heart. 

Foolish,  and  impotent,  and  blind, 
Lead  me  a  way  I  have  not  known  ; 

Bring  me  where  I  my  heaven  may  find, 
The  heaven  of  loving  thee  alone. 


A-men. 


2o8      Saved  by  Hope. 

Unknown  Writer. 


Rose  Hill.     L.  M. 

G.  F.  Root. 


i   C\  GOD,  thy  grace  and  blessing  give 
^^     To  us  who  on  thy  name  attend, 
That  we  this  mortal  life  may  live 
Regardful  of  our  journey's  end. 

2  Teach  us  to  know  that  Jesus  died 

And  rose  again  our  souls  to  save ; 
Teach  us  to  take  him  as  our  guide, 
Our  help,  from  childhood  to  the  grave. 

3  Then  shall  not  death  with  terror  come, 

But  welcome  as  a  bidden  guest, 
The  herald  of  a  better  home, 

The  messenger  of  peace  and  rest. 

4  And  when  the  awful  signs  appear 

Of  judgment  and  the  throne  above, 

Our  hearts  still  fixed,  we  shall  not  fear ; 

God  is  our  trust ;  and  God  is  love. 


P 


1 — p*- 

A-men. 


299,  300. 


HYMNS  OF  FAITH. 


236 


200      Psalm  lv.  22. 

~  P.  Doddridge. 


Dennis 


Upgpippiii 


1       1 


T — I  I      1  i      f~i — 1  — \ — j— — — — r 

1  IIJOW  gentle  God's  commands! 
•*-  -*■     How  kind  his  precepts  are ! 

"  Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
And  trust  his  constant  care." 

2  Beneath  his  watchful  eye 

His  saints  securely  dwell ; 
That  hand  which  bears  all  nature  up, 
Shall  guard  his  children  well. 

3  Why  should  this  anxious  load 

Press  down  your  weary  mind  ? 
Haste  to  your  heavenly  Father's  throne, 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

4  His  goodness  stands  approved, 

Through  each  succeeding  day: 
I'll  drop  my  burden  at  his  feet, 
And  bear  a  song  away. 


A-men. 


300 


"My  Faith  looks  up  to  Thee. 

R.  Palmer. 


Olivet.     6-4. 

L.  Mason. 


1  IWT  Y  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 

1V1     Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary,  Saviour  divine  : 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray  ;  Take  all  my  guilt  away  ; 
O  let  me  from  this  day  Be  wholly  thine. 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 

Strength  to  my  fainting  heart,  My  zeal  inspire ; 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me,  O  may  my  love  to  thee, 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be — A  living  fire. 


237 


HYMNS  OF  FAITH. 


301. 


3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 

And  griefs  around  me  spread,  Be  thou  my  guide ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day,  Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray  From  thee  aside. 


When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 

When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream  Shall  o'er  me  roll ; 
Blest  Saviour,  then,  in  love,  Fear  and  distrust  remove  ; 

O  bear  me  safe  above — A  ransomed  soul. 


IIP 


X=X- 


1 — p- 

A-men. 


Christi  Gratia.    8-7.  D. 

A .  R.  Reinagle. 


/GENTLY,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us, 
^Jr     Through  this  lonely  vale  of  tears ; 
Through  the  changes  thou'st  decreed  us, 

Till  our  last  great  change  appears : 
When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 

When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us, 

Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 

In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, — 

Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear : 
And,  when  mortal  life  is  ended, 

Bid  us  on  thy  bosom  rest, 
Till,  by  angel-bands  attended, 

We  awake  among  the  blest. 


A-men. 


302, 303. 


HYMNS  OF  FAITH. 


238 


302 


"  Lord  help  us." 

H.  H.  Milman. 


Manoah.     C.  M. 

From  Rossini. 


1  f~\  HELP  us,  Lord! — each  hour  of  need 
^-^     Thy  heavenly  succor  give  ; 

Help  us  in  thought  and  word  and  deed, 
Each  hour  on  earth  we  live. 

2  O  help  us  when  our  spirits  bleed, 

With  contrite  anguish  sore  ; 
And  when  our  hearts  are  cold  and  dead, 
O  help  us,  Lord,  the  more ! 

3  O  help  us,  through  the  power  of  faith, 

More  firmly  to  believe  ! 
For  still  the  more  the  servant  hath, 
The  more  shall  he  receive. 

4  O  help  us,  Jesus !  from  on  high  ; 

We  know  no  help  but  thee ; 
O  help  us  so  to  live  and  die, 
As  thine  in  heaven  to  be ! 


W& 


A-men. 


303 


John  xiii.  8,  9. 

C.  Wesley. 


BALERMA.      C.  M. 

From  a  Spanish  A  ir. 


i    "pOREVER  here  my  rest  shall  be, 
■*■       Close  to  thy  bleeding  side  : 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea — 
For  me  the  Saviour  died. 

2  My  dying  Saviour,  and  my  God, 
Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 


239 


HYMNS  OF  FAITH. 


304. 


3  Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  thine  own : 
Wash  me,  and  mine  thou  art ; 
Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, — 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 


4  Th'  atonement  of  thy  blood  apply, 
Till  faith  to  sight  improve ; 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 


A-men. 


Neumarck's  Hymn 

Tr.  C.  Winkworth. 


Weimar. 


G.  Neumarck. 


mfw^mM 


TF  thou  but  suffer  God  to  guide  thee, 

-■-     And  hope  in  him  through  all  thy  ways, 

He'll  give  thee  strength,  whate'er  betide  thee, 

And  bear  thee  through  the  evil  days ; 
Who  trusts  in  God's  unchanging  love 

Builds  on  the  rock  that  naught  can  move. 

What  can  these  anxious  cares  avail  thee — 
These  never-ceasing  moans  and  sighs  ? 

What  can  it  help  if  thou  bewail  thee 
O'er  each  dark  moment  as  it  flies? 

Our  cross  and  trials  do  but  press 

The  heavier  for  our  bitterness. 

God  knows  full  well  the  hour  of  gladness 
Shall  be  the  needful  thing  for  thee. 

When  he  has  tried  thy  soul  with  sadness 
And  from  all  guile  has  found  thee  free, 

He  comes  to  thee  all  unaware, 

And  makes  thee  own  his  loving  care. 


A-men. 


305,  306. 


HYMNS  OF  FAITH. 


240 


305 


Paul  Gerhard's  Hymm. 

Tr.  y.  Wesley. 


Dover.    S.  M. 

English. 


1  (~^  I VE  to  the  winds  thy  fears  ; 
^^     Hope,  and  be  undismayed  ; 

God  hears  thy  sighs,  and  counts  thy  tears 
God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

2  Through  waves,  and  clouds,  and  storms, 

He  gently  clears  thy  way  ; 
Wait  thou  his  time ;  so  shall  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day 

3  Still  heavy  is  thy  heart  ? 

Still  sink  thy  spirits  down  ? 
Cast  off  the  weight,  let  fear  depart, 
Bid  every  care  begone. 

4  What,  though  thou  rulest  not  ? 

Yet  heaven,  and  earth,  and  hell 
Proclaim,  God  sitteth  on  the  throne, 
And  ruleth  all  things  well ! 


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A-men. 


306 


Lead,  kindly  Light 

y.  H.  Newman. 


Lux  Benigna.    10,4;  10,4;  10,10. 

y.  B.  Dykes. 


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i    T  EAD,  kindly  J^ight !  amid  th'  encircling  gloom, 

J — '         T  f±r\r\   tV»rvn   mp»  c\r\  • 


Lead  thou  me  on  ; 


241 


HYMNS  OF  FAITH. 


307. 


The  night  is  dark,  and  I  am  far  from  home, 

Lead  thou  me  on ; 
Keep  thou  my  feet ;  I  do  not  ask  to  see 
The  distant  scene ;  one  step  enough  for  me. 


I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  prayed  that  thou 

Shouldst  lead  me  on; 
I  loved  to  choose  and  see  my  path ;  but  now 

Lead  thou  me  on : 
I  loved  the  garish  day,  and  spite  of  fears, 
Pride  ruled  my  will.     Remember  not  past  years. 


So  long  thy  power  has  blest  me,  sure  it  still 

Will  lead  me  on 
O'er  moor  and  fen,  o'er  crag  and  torrent,  till 

The  night  is  gone  ; 
And  with  the  morn  those  angel  faces  smile 
Which  I  have  loved  long  since,  and  lost  awile ! 


A-men. 


307 


Faith  in  Darkness. 

A .  M.  Toplady. 
4—1 


Olmutz.    S.  M. 

Gregorian.    Arr.  Mason. 
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1   V/'OUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints 
*■       Down  from  the  willows  take ; 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  love  divine 
Bid  every  string  awake. 


2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 

We  are  not  far  from  home, 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above, 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will  to  the  end, 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine, 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 


308. 


HYMNS  OF  FAITH. 


242 


307.       CONTINUED. 


OLMUTZ. 


4  When  we  in  darkness  walk, 

Nor  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
Then  is  the  time  to  trust  our  God, 
And  rest  upon  his  name. 

5  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

Subside  at  his  control ; 
His  loving  kindness  shall  break  through 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

6  Blest  is  the  man,  O  God, 

That  stays  himself  on  thee  ! 
Who  waits  for  thy  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  thy  salvation  see. 


A-men. 


308 


A  Firm  Foundation. 

A  nne  Steele. 
4-4 


Ames.     L.  M. 

S.  Neukomm. 

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1  V\  7*HEN  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise, 

*  V      And  fainting  hope  almost  expires, 
Jesus,  to  thee  I  lift  my  eyes, 

To  thee  I  breathe  my  soul's  desires. 

2  If  my  immortal  Saviour  lives, 

Then  my  immortal  life  is  sure ; 
His  word  a  firm  foundation  gives ; 
Here  let  me  build,  and  rest  secure. 

3  Here  let  my  faith  unshaken  dwell ; 

Immovable  the  promise  stands ; 
Not  all  the  powers  of  earth  or  hell 
Can  e'er  dissolve  the  sacred  bands. 


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4  Here.  O  ray  soul,  thy  trust  repose! 

If  Jesus  is  forever  mine. 
Not  death  itself,  that  last  oi  iocs. 
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309 


All  will  be  Well. 


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-L  All  will  be  well : 

Free  and  changeless  is  his  favor! 

All,  all  is  well : 
Precious  is  the  blood  that  healed  us  ; 
Perfect  is  the  grace  that  sealed  us ; 
Strong'  the  hand  stretched  out  to  shield  us  : 

All  must  be  well. 


Though  we  pass  through  tribulation, 

All  will  be  well ; 
Ours  is  such  a  full  salvation. 

All.  all  is  well: 
Happy,  still  in  God  confiding. 

Fruitful,  if  in  Christ  abiding. 
Holy,  through  the  Spirit's  guiding. 
All  must  be  well. 


We  expect  a  bright  to-morrow  : 

All  will  be  well : 
Faith  can  sing-  through  days  of  sorrow. 

All.  all  is  well:' 
On  our  Father's  love  reiving. 
Jesus  every  need  supplying. 
"Or  in  living,  or  in  dying, 

\\\  must  be  well. 


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A -men. 


3io,  3". 


HYMNS  OF  ASSURANCE. 


244 


ojq      Eternal  Mercy. 

^  J.  Wesley,  Transl. 


Melita.    L.  M.  61. 

J.  B.  Dykes. 


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1  HPHOQGH  waves  and  storms  go  o'er  my  head, 

•*-     Though  strength,  and  health,  and  friends  be  gone ; 
Though  joys  be  withered  all,  and  dead, 
Though  every  comfort  be  withdrawn ; 
On  this  my  steadfast  soul  relies, — 
Father,  thy  mercy  never  dies. 

2  Fixed  on  this  ground  will  I  remain, 

Though  heart  may  fail,  and  flesh  decay ; 
This  anchor  shall  my  soul  sustain, 

When  earth's  foundations  melt  away : 
Mercy's  full  power  I  then  shall  prove, 
Loved  with  an  everlasting  love. 


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A-men. 


311 


Fear  cast  out. 

Gerhardt.     Tr.  C.  Winkworth 


Greenwood.     S.  M. 

7".  Sweetser. 

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1  CINCE  Jesus  is  my  Friend, 
^     And  I  to  him  belong, 

It  matters  not  what  foes  intend, 
However  fierce  and  strong. 

2  He  whispers,  in  my  breast, 

Sweet  words  of  holy  cheer, 
How  he  who  seeks  in  God  his  rest 
Shall  ever  find  him  near; 


245 


HYMNS  OF  ASSURANCE. 


312. 


How  God  hath  built  above 

A  city  fair  and  new, 
Where  eye  and  heart  shall  see  and  prove 

What  faith  has  counted  true. 


4  My  heart  for  gladness  springs, 

It  cannot  more  be  sad  ; 
For  very  joy  it  laughs  and  sings, 
Sees  naught  but  sunshine  glad. 

5  The  sun  that  glads  mine  eyes 

Is  Christ,  the  Lord  I  love ; 
I  sing  for  joy  of  that  which  lies 
Stored  up  for  me  above. 


312 


2  Corinthians  i.  20. 

P.  Doddridge. 


DARWALL.      H.  M. 
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TTHE  promises  I  sing,  Which  sovereign  love  hath  spoke ; 
Nor  will  th'  eternal  King,  His  words  of  grace  revoke ; 

Not  Zion's  hill 
Abides  so  sure. 


They  stand  secure 
And  steadfast  still ; 


2  The  mountains  melt  away  When  once  the  Judge  appears 
And  sun  and  moon  decay,  That  measure  mortal  years ; 


But  still  the  same, 
In  radiant  lines 


The  promise  shines 
Through  all  the  flame. 


3  Their  harmony  shall  sound  Through  my  attentive  ears, 
When  thunders  cleave  the  ground  And  dissipate  the  spheres  ; 


Midst  all  the  shock 
Of  that  dread  scene, 


I  stand  serene, 
Thy  word  my  rock. 


313- 


HYMNS  OF  ASSURANCE. 


246 


313 


He'll  never  Forsake." 


G.  Keith. 


Portuguese  Hymn.    iis. 

J.  Reading. 


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-*--*■  Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  " 
What  more  can  ne  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said 


s  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  ! 
nore  can  ne  say  than  to  you  he  hath 
To  you  who  for  refuge  to  Jesus  have  fled? 


2  Fear  not,  he  is  with  thee,  O  be  not  dismayed ; 
For  he  is  thy  God,  and  will  give  thee  his  aid: 

He'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to  stand, 
Upheld  by  his  gracious,  omnipotent  hand. 

3  When  through  the  deep  waters  he  calls  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  ne'er  overflow  ; 

His  presence  shall  guide  thee,  his  mercy  shall  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

4  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  is  laid, 
His  grace  all-sufficient  shall  lend  thee  its  aid ; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee ;  he  does  but  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

5  His  people,  through  life,  shall  abundantly  prove 
His  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love ; 

When  age  with  gray  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  his  bosom  be  borne. 


6  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for  repose, 
He  will  not — he  will  not  desert  to  its  foes : 
That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shake, 
He'll  never — no  never — no  never  forsake. 


A-men. 


247 


HYMNS  OF  ASSURANCE. 


314. 


314 


Psalm  lxxi.  17,  18 

Unknown  Writer. 
— 1-4 


St.  Leonard's.     C.  M.  D. 

H.  Hiles. 
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i     A  ND  wilt  thou  now  forsake  me,  Lord  ? 
«**•     I  feel  it  cannot  be  ; 
No  earthly  tongue  can  ever  tell 

What  thou  hast  been  to  me. 
Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life 

Thy  love  hath  sheltered  me ; 
And  wilt  thou  now  forget  thy  child  ? 

I  feel  it  cannot  be. 

2  Thy  love  hath  been  my  heritage 

Through  many  a  weary  year ; 
I've  trusted  in  thy  promises, 

And  thou  hast  dried  each  tear. 
In  life  or  death,  I  take  my  stand 

Where  I  have  ever  stood, 
Beneath  the  shelter  of  thy  cross, 

And  trusting  in  thy  blood. 


And  then,  when  youth,  and  health,  and  strength 

And  energy  have  fled, 
The  shades  of  evening  peacefully 

Shall  close  around  my  head. 
And  when  in  all  the  helplessness 

Of  death  I  turn  to  thee, 
Thou  wilt  not  then  forsake  me,  Lord, 

I  feel  it  cannot  be. 


A -men. 


315, 3i6. 


HYMNS  OF  ASSURANCE. 


248 


315 


Preserving  Grace. 

/.  Watts. 


Azmon.     C.  M. 

From  Gldser. 


1  T7IRM  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands, 
J-       My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  trust ; 

If  I  am  found  in  Jesus'  hands, 
My  soul  can  ne'er  be  lost. 

2  His  honor  is  engaged  to  save 

The  meanest  of  his  sheep ; 
All,  whom  his  heavenly  Father  gave, 
His  hands  securely  keep. 

3  Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  e'er  remove, 

His  favorites  from  his  breast ; 
In  the  dear  bosom  of  his  love 
They  must  forever  rest. 


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A-men, 


316 


My  Crown. 

y.  Swain. 


SWABIA.      S.  M. 
German. 


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1  1  •    1  •  1    •  1 

1  T   STAND  on  Zion's  mount 

-*-     And  view  my  starry  crown  ; 
No  power  on  earth  my  hope  can  shake 
Nor  hell  can  thrust  me  down. 

2  The  lofty  hills,  and  towers, 

That  lift  their  heads  on  high, 
Shall  all  be  levelled  low  in  dust, 
Their  very  names  shall  die. 

3  The  vaulted  heavens  shall  fall, 

Built  by  Jehovah's  hands  ; 
But  firmer  than  the  heavens,  the  Rock 
Of  my  salvation  stands. 


A-men. 


249 


HYMNS  OF  GRATITUDE. 


317,318. 


317 


Salvation 

/.  Watts. 
■    1     1J     1 


Annunciation.     C.  M. 

G.  M.  Garrett. 


»T"'  f 

1  C  ALVATION  !— O  the  joyful  sound  ! 
^     Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears ; 

A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay : 
But  we  arise,  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation  ! — let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around  ; 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 


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A-men. 


qjg      Amazing  Grace. 

*^  J.  Newton. 

f*.  'J  J  J  ! 


St.  Peter.     CM. 

A .  R.  Reinagle. 


i     A  MAZING  grace, — how  sweet  the  sound,- 
^*"     That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  ! 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found  ; 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And.  grace  my  fears  relieved  ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed. 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come  ; 
But  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 


A-men. 


219- 


HYMNS  OF  GRATITUDE. 


250 


i    T   WAS  a  wandering  sheep, 
*-     I  did  not  love  the  fold ; 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  would  not  be  controlled  ; 
I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home, 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  loved  afar  to  roam. 


2  The  Shepherd  sought  his  sheep, 

The  Father  sought  his  child  ; 
They  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 

O'er  deserts  waste  and  wild : 
They  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famished,  and  faint,  and  lone ; 
They  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love, 

They  saved  the  wandering  one. 

3  Jesus  my  Shepherd  is, 

'Twas  he  that  loved  my  soul, 
'Twas  he  that  wash'd  me  in  his  blood, 

'Twas  he  that  made  me  whole : 
'Twas  he  that  sought  the  lost, 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep, 
'Twas  he  that  brought  me  to  the  fold — 

'Tis  he  that  still  doth  keep. 


25i 


HYMNS  OF  GRATITUDE. 


320. 


No  more  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  love  to  be  controlled, 
I  love  my  tender  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  love  the  peaceful  fold : 
No  more  a  wayward  child, 

I  seek  no  more  to  roam, 
I  love  my  heavenly  Father's  voice— 

I  love,  I  love  his  home. 


A-men. 


John  xv.  16. 

J.  Conder. 


Elwtn.     7-6.  D. 

L.  Mason. 


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'TTIS  not  that  I  did  choose  thee, 

J-      For,  Lord,  that  could  not  be ; 
This  heart  would  still  refuse  thee, 

But  thou  hast  chosen  me  : 
Thou  from  the  sin  that  stained  me 

Hast  made  me  pure  and  free ; 
Of  old  thou  hast  ordained  me, 

That  I  should  live  to  thee. 


'Twas  sovereign  mercy  called  me, 

And  taught  my  opening  mind ; 
The  world  had  else  enthralled  me, 

To  heavenly  glories  blind, 
My  heart  owns  none  above  thee ; 

For  thy  rich  grace  I  thirst ; 
This  knowing,  if  I  love  thee, 

Thou  must  have  loved  me  first. 


A-men. 


321,  322. 


HYMNS  OF  GRATITUDE. 


252 


321 


Saved  by  Grace 

P.  Doddridge. 

J    ■„   T 


Silver  Street.     S.  M. 

/.  Smith. 


i   /^RACE!  'tis  a  charming  sound, 
^-*     Harmonious  to  the  ear ! 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  a  way 

To  save  rebellious  man  ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 


A-men. 


322 


By  the  Grace  of  God 

H.  Bonar. 

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Bethlehem.    C.  M. 

W.  Arnold. 


ALL  that  I  was,  my  sin  and  guilt, 
My  death  was  all  my  own, — 
All  that  I  am,  I  owe  to  thee, 
My  gracious  God,  alone. 

The  evil  of  my  former  state 
Was  mine,  and  only  mine ; 

The  good  in  which  I  now  rejoice. 
Is  thine,  and  only  thine. 


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253 


HYMNS  OF  GRATITUDE. 


323. 


3  The  darkness  of  my  former  state, 

The  bondage,  all  was  mine ; 
The  light  of  life,  in  which  I  walk, 
The  liberty,  is  thine. 

4  Thy  grace  first  made  me  feel  my  sin, 

It  taught  me  to  believe  ; 
Then,  in  believing,  peace  I  found, 
And  now  I  live — I  live  ! 

5  All  that  I  am,  ev'n  here  on  earth ; 

All  that  I  hope  to  be, 
When  Jesus  comes,  and  glory  dawns, 
I  owe  it,  Lord,  to  thee. 


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A-men. 


020       He  First  Loved  Us 

Jane  E.  Leeson. 


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i   C  AVIOUR  !  teach  me,  day  by  day, 
^     Love's  sweet  lesson  to  obey ; 
Sweeter  lesson  cannot  be, 
Loving  him  who  first  loved  me. 

2  With  a  child-like  heart  of  love, 
At  thy  bidding  may  I  move ; 
Prompt  to  serve  and  follow  thee, 
Loving  him  who  first  loved  me. 

3  Teach  me  all  thy  steps  to  trace, 
Strong  to  follow  in  thy  grace  ; 
Learning  how  to  love  from  thee, 
Loving  him  who  first  loved  me. 

4  Thus  may  I  rejoice  to  show 
That  I  feel  the  love  I  owe ; 
Singing,  till  thy  face  I  see, 

Of  his  love  who  first  loved  me. 


1 

A-men. 


324- 


HYMNS  OF  GRATITUDE. 


254 


Gethsemane.     7s.  61. 

R.  Redhead. 


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We  review  the  path  we've  trod  ; 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe  ! 

When  I  hear  the  wicked  call 
On  the  rocks  and  hills  to  fall ; 
When  I  see  them  start  and  shrink, 
On  the  fiery  deluge  brink ; 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe ! 

When  I  stand  before  the  throne, 
Clothed  in  beauty  not  my  own  ; 
When  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
Love  thee  with  unsinning  heart ; 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe ! 

When  the  praise  of  heaven  I  hear, 
Loud  as  thunders  to  the  ear, 
Loud  as  many  waters'  noise, 
Sweet  as  harps'  melodious  voice, 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe  ! 


255 


HYMNS  OF  GRATITUDE. 


325. 


o2C       God  of  all  Comfort. 

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/^HOSEN  not  for  good  in  me, 

^-"     Wakened  up  from  wrath  to  flee, 

Hidden  in  the  Saviour's  side, 

By  the  Spirit  sanctified — 

Teach  me,  Lord,  on  earth  to  show, 

By  my  love,  how  much  I  owe. 

Oft  I  walk  beneath  the  cloud, 
Dark  as  midnight's  gloomy  shroud  ; 
But,  when  fear  is  at  the  height, 
Jesus  comes,  and  all  is  light ; 
Blessed  Jesus  !  bid  me  show 
Doubting  saints  how  much  I  owe. 

Oft  the  nights  of  sorrow  reign — 
Weeping,  sickness,  sighing,  pain-, 
But  a  night  thine  anger  burns — 
Morning  comes,  and  joy  returns  : 
God  of  comforts !  bid  me  show 
To  thy  poor  how  much  I  owe. 

When  in  flowery  paths  I  tread, 
Oft  by  sin  I'm  captive  led ; 
Oft  I  fall,  but  still  arise— 
Jesus  comes — the  tempter  flies  : 
Blessed  Jesus  !  bid  me  show 
Weary  sinners  all  I  owe. 


A-men. 


326,327. 


HYMNS  OF  LOVE. 


256 


326 


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1  f~\  TELL  me,  thou  life  and  delight  of  my  soul, 
^-^     Where  the  flock  of  thy  pasture  are  feeding  ; 
I  seek  thy  protection,  I  need  thy  control, 

I  would  go  where  my  Shepherd  is  leading. 

2  O  tell  me  the  place  where  thy  flock  are  at  rest, 

Where  the  noontide  will  find  them  reposing  ; 
The  tempest  now  rages,  my  soul  is  distressed, 
And  the  pathway  of  peace  I  am  losing. 

3  O  why  should  I  stray  with  the  flocks  of  thy  foes, 

'Mia  the  desert  where  now  they  are  roving, 
Where  hunger  and  thirst,  where  affliction  and  woes, 
And  temptations  their  ruin  are  proving? 

4  O  when  shall  my  foes  and  my  wandering  cease, 

And  the  follies  that  fill  me  with  weeping  ? 
Thou  Shepherd  of  Israel,  restore  me  that  peace 

Thou  dost  give  to  the  flock  thou  art  keeping.      'I  men. 


027       1  Corinthians  xv.  10. 

°      '  T.  Kelly. 


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"DLESSED  fountain,  full  of  grace — 
*-*     Grace  for  sinners,  grace  for  me  ! 
To  this  source  alone  I  trace 
What  I  am  and  hope  to  be  : — 


257 


HYMNS  OF  LOVE. 


328. 


2  What  I  am,  as  one  redeemed, 

Saved  and  rescued  by  the  Lord  ; 
Hating  what  I  once  esteemed, 
Loving  what  I  once  abhorred  ; 

3  What  I  hope  to  be  ere  long, 

When  1  take  my  place  above, 

When  I  join  the  heavenly  throng, 

When  I  see  the  God  of  love. 

4  .Then  I  hope  like  him  to  be, 

Who  redeemed  his  saints  from  sin, 
Whom  I  now  obscurely  see, 
Through  a  veil  that  stands  between 


A-men. 


028      Ancient  German  Hymn. 

^  Tr.  R.  S.  Willis. 


Crusaders'  Hymn.     56,8;  55,8. 

Arr.R.  S.  Willis. 
I 


ipipp^igi^; 


1  p  AIREST  Lord  Jesus  !  Ruler  of  all  nature  ! 
*       O  thou  of  God  and  man  the  Son  ! 

Thee  will  I  cherish,  Thee  will  I  honor, 
Thee,  my  soul's  glory,  joy,  and  crown. 

2  Fair  are  the  meadows,  Fairer  still  the  woodlands ! 

Robed  in  the  blooming  garb  of  spring ; 
Jesus  is  fairer,  Jesus  is  purer, 

Who  makes  the  woeful  heart  to  sing. 

3  Fair  is  the  sunshine,  Fairer  still  the  moonlight, 

And  all  the  twinkling  starry  host ; 
Jesus  shines  brighter,  Jesus  shines  purer 
Than  all  the  angels  heaven  can  boast. 


329,330. 


HYMNS  OF  LOVE. 


258 


1  Peter  i.  8. 

R.  Palmer, 


B^^s^^gi^^e^sg 


1  T  ESUS,  these  eyes  have  never  seen 
J      That  radiant  form  of  thine  ! 
The  veil  of  sense  hangs  dark  between 

Thy  blessed  face  and  mine ! 

2  I  see  thee  not,  I  hear  thee  not, 

Yet  art  thou  oft  with  me ; 
And  earth  hath  ne'er  so  dear  a  spot, 
As  where  I  meet  with  thee. 

3  Like  some  bright  dream  that  comes  unsought, 

When  slumbers  o'er  me  roll, 
Thine  image  ever  fills  my  thought, 
And  charms  my  ravished  soul. 

4  Yet  though  I  have  not  seen,  and  still 

Must  rest  in  faith  alone  ; 
I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord ! — and  will, 
Unseen,  but  not  unknown. 

5  When  death  these  mortal  eyes  shall  seal, 

And  still  this  throbbing  heart, 
The  rending  veil  shall  thee  reveal, 
All  glorious  as  thou  art ! 


*a=t= 


A-men. 


330 

± 


The  Warfare. 

/.  Watts. 

1    1    1, -I.,  J  1 


Ames.    L.  M. 

6".  Neukomm. 


1   OTAND  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears, 
^     And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on  ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 
Where  Jesus,  thy  great  Captain  's  gone. 


259 


HYMNS  OF  ZEAL  AND   COURAGE. 


331. 


2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course ; 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes  ; 
Thy  Saviour  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, — 

Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait 

4  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 

And  triumph  in  almighty  grace, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 


Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 


— : 


A-men. 


Hymn  of  Zinzendorf. 

Tr.  J.  Bortkwick. 

Vi  ■   ■   i.    I    U.    I    I 


331 


Zinzendorf.     55,88,55. 

A.  Drese. 
IS    1     I     ■ 2 


i    T  ESUS,  still  lead  on  Till  our  rest  be  won  ; 
J      And  although  the  way  be  cheerless, 

We  will  follow,  calm  and  fearless  : 
Guide  us  by  thy  hand  To  our  Fatherland ! 

2  If  the  way  be  drear,  If  the  foe  be  near, 

Let  not  faithless  fears  o'ertake  us, 
Let  not  faith  and  hope  forsake  us ; 
For,  through  many  a  foe,  To  our  home  we  go ! 

3  When  we  seek  relief  From  a  long-felt  grief; 

When  temptations  come  alluring, 
Make  us  patient  and  enduring : 
Show  us  that  bright  shore  Where  we  weep  no  more 

4  Jesus,  still  lead  on,  Till  our  rest  be  won ;  :gj-^-w 

Heavenly  Leader,  still  direct  us, 
Still  support,  console,  protect  us, 
Till  we  safely  stand  In  our  Fatherland  ! 


332. 


HYMNS  OF  ZEAL  AND   COURAGE. 


260 


332 


Stand  up  for  Jesus. 

G.  Duffield. 


Exultation.    7-6.  D. 

H.  Smart. 


_  ^J2*.  -J.  it  _ 


1  CTAND  up  ! — stand  up  for  Jesus ! 
^     Ye  soldiers  of  the  cross  ; 

Lift  high  his  royal  banner, 

It  must  not  suffer  loss : 
From  victory  unto  victory 

His  army  shall  he  lead, 
Till  every  foe  is  vanquished, 

And  Christ  is  Lord  indeed. 

2  Stand  up  ! — stand  up  for  Jesus ! 

The  trumpet  call  obey ; 
Forth  to  the  mighty  conflict, 

In  this  his  glorious  day  : 
"  Ye  that  are  men,  now  serve  him," 

Against  unnumbered  foes ; 
Your  courage  rise  with  danger, 

And  strength  to  strength  oppose. 


Stand  up  ! — stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 

Stand  in  his  strength  alone ; 
The  arm  of  flesh  will  fail  you — 

Ye  dare  not  trust  your  own : 
Put  on  the  gospel  armor, 

And,  watching  unto  prayer, 
Where  duty  calls  or  danger, 

Be  never  wanting  there  ! 


26l 


HYMNS  OF  ZEAL  AND    COURAGE. 


Stand  up  ! — stand  up  for  Jesus ! 

The  strife  will  not  be  long ; 
This  day  the  noise  of  battle, 

The  next  the  victor's  song : 
To  him  that  overcometh, 

A  crown  of  life  shall  be  ; 
He  with  the  King  of  glory 

Shall  reign  eternally ! 


333- 


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A-men. 


333 


John  xxi.  15-17 

P.  Doddridge. 

X 


Evan.    CM. 

W.  H.  Havergal. 


1  r)0  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord? 
■^     Behold  my  heart  and  see  ; 
And  turn  the  dearest  idol  out 

That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound, 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear? 

3  Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock 

I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 
Hast  thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead  ? 

4  Would  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its  blood 

In  honor  of  thy  name  ? 
And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
To  damp  th'  immortal  flame  ? 

5  Thou  knowest  that  I  love  thee,  Lord ; 

But  O,  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  thee  more. 


A-men. 


334, 335- 


HYMNS  OF  ZEAL  AND   COURAGE. 


262 


334 


The  Race. 

P.  Doddridge. 


Christmas.    C.  M. 

From  Handel. 


U^^m^^mmm^ 


1  A  WAKE,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 
**-     And  press  with  vigor  on  ; 

A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
|:  And  an  immortal  crown.  :|| 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
|:  And  onward  urge  thy  way.  :[ 

3  'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice, 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high ; 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
|:  To  thine  aspiring  eye.  :|| 

4  Blest  Saviour,  introduced  by  thee, 

Have  I  my  race  begun ; 
And,  crowned  with  victory,  at  thy  feet 
|:  I'll  lay  my  honors  down.:|| 


^ES 


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A-men. 


335 


Awake,  our  Souls. 


/.  Watts. 


Missionary  Chant.    L.  M. 

C.  Zeuner. 


1    i    '       "I 

i     A  WAKE  our  souls,  away  our  fears, 
**•     Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone ; 
Awake  and  run  the  heavenly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 


263 


HYMNS  OF  ZEAL  AND   COURAGE 


True,  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 

But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
That  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint  :— 


336. 


3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  power 

Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 
And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 

Our  souls  shall  drink  a  fresh  supply, 

While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength 

Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 

We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode ; 

On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 

Nor  tire  amid  the  heavenly  road. 


A -men. 


oofo      An  Open  Door. 

^  Nicholls. 


LAWRENCE:      66,4  ;  66,4. 
L.  W.  Bacon,  Arr. 


r\  THOU  best  gift  of  heaven, 

^^     Thou  who  thyself  hast  given, — For  thou  hast  died ! 

This  thou  hast  done  for  me : 

What  have  I  done  for  thee,  Thou  crucified  ? 


2  I  long  to  serve  thee  more  ; 

Reveal  an  open  door,  Saviour,  to  me : 
Then,  counting  all  but  loss, 

I'll  glory  in  thy  cross,  And  follow  thee. 

3  Do  thou  but  point  the  way, 

And  give  me  strength  t'  obey  ;  Thy  will  be  mine  : 
Then  can  I  think  it  joy 

To  suffer  or  to  die,  Since  I  am  thine. 


is 

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A-men. 


337, 338. 


HYMNS  OF  ZEAL  AND   COURAGE. 


264 


ooy      2  Timothy  i 

/.  Watts. 


i    T'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
-*-      Or  to  defend  his  cause  ; 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  ! — I  know  his  name — 

His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  hope  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  soul  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands, 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name. 

Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  new  Jerusalem, 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 


-1—4- 


A-men. 


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°°  W.  Gladden. 

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r\  MASTER,  let  me  walk  with  thee, 
^^     In  lowly  paths  of  service  free  ; 
Tell  me  thy  secret ;  help  me  bear 
The  strain  of  toil,  the  fret  of  care. 


265 


HYMNS  OF  ZEAL   AND   COURAGE. 


339- 


2  Help  me  the  slow  of  heart  to  move, 
By  some  clear  winning  word  of  love  ; 
Teach  me  the  wayward  feet  to  stay, 
And  guide  them  in  the  homeward  way. 

3  Teach  me  thy  patience  ;  still  with  thee 
In  closer,  dearer  company, 

In  work  that  keeps  faith  sweet  and  strong, 
In  trust  that  triumphs  over  wrong. 

4  In  hope  that  sends  a  shining  ray 

Far  down  the  future's  broadening  way, 
In  peace  that  only  thou  canst  give, 
With  thee,  O  Master,  let  me  live ! 


A-men. 


339 


M  Hinder  Me  Not. 

J.  Ryland. 


MARLOW.      C.  M. 

English. 


i    TN  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 
-*■     My  journey  I'll  pursue  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  ye  much-loved  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  leads, 

I'll  follow  where  he  goes ; 
Hinder  me  not !  shall  be  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Through  duty  and  through  trials  too 

I'll  go  at  his  command  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

4  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be, — 
Hinder  me  not, — come,  welcome,  death!. 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 
19 


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340. 


HYMNS  OF  ZEAL  AND   COURAGE. 


266 


340 


Nothing  but  Leaves. 

Mrs,  L.  E.  Akerman. 


Harvest. 

S.  J.  Vail. 


1  TVTOTHING  but  leaves!  the  Spirit  grieves 
-L^      Over  a  wasted  life; 

O'er  sins  indulged  while  conscience  slept, 
O'er  vows  and  promises  unkept, 
That  yield,  from  years  of  strife, 
|:  Nothing  but  leaves.  :|| 

2  Nothing  but  leaves !  no  gathered  sheaves   ' 

Of  life's  fair  ripening  grain  ; 
We  sow  our  seeds,  lo  !  tares  and  weeds, 
Words,  idle  words,  for  earnest  deeds  ! 

We  reap,  with  toil  and  pain, 
fl :  Nothing  but  leaves.  :|| 

3  Nothing  but  leaves  !  sad  memory  weaves 

No  vail  to  hide  the  past ; 
And  as  we  trace  our  weary  way, 
Counting  each  lost  and  misspent  day, 

Sadly  we  find  at  last 
[ :  Nothing  but  leaves.  :|| 

4  Ah  !  who  shall  thus  the  Master  meet, 

Bearing  but  withered  leaves? 
Ah  !  who  shall,  at  the  Saviour's  feet, 
Before  the  awful  judgment-seat, 

Lay  down,  for  golden  sheaves, 
1 :  Nothing  but  leaves?  :|| 


267 


HYMNS   OF  ZEAL  AND   COURAGE. 


341,342. 


341 


The  Warfare. 

G.  Heath. 


Laban.    S.  M. 

L.  Mason. 


p^^siiEi 


^^^JJ^^g-j^^^Z^^^Jg. 


1  TV/T  Y  soul,  be  on  thy  guard  ; 
*y*-     Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 
The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 

To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  O  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray ; 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er ; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 

Nor  lay  thine  armor  down  ; 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done, 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God  ; 
He'll  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 
To  his  divine  abode. 


J L 


zg: 


A-men. 


Dover.     S.  M. 

English, 


1  iy/r  Y  soul,  it  is  thy  God 

^J-     Who  calls  thee  by  his  grace ; 
Now  loose  thee  from  each  cumbering  load. 
And  bend  thee  to  the  race. 

2  Make  thy  salvation  sure ; 

All  sloth  and  slumber  shun ; 

Nor  dare  a  moment  rest  secure, 

Till  thou  the  goal  hast  won. 


343- 


HYMNS  OF  ZEAL  AND   COURAGE. 


268 


3  Thy  crown  of  life  hold  fast ; 

Thy  heart  with  courage  stay ; 
Nor  let  one  trembling  glance  be  cast 
Along  the  backward  way. 

4  Thy  path  ascends  the  skies, 

With  conquering  footsteps  bright ; 
And  thou  shalt  win  and  wear  the  prize, 
In  everlasting  light. 


dfs: 
A-men. 


oao      Following  Jesus. 

*5^'*5         W.  Crpswell. 


Manoah.    C.  M. 

Front  Rossini. 


i    TORD,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went, 
-I—*     By  lane  and  cell  obscure, 
And  let  our  treasures  still  be  spent, 
Like  his,  upon  the  poor. 

2  Like  him,  through  scenes  of  deep  distress 

Who  bore  the  world's  sad  weight, 
We,  in  their  gloomy  loneliness, 
Would  seek  the  desolate. 

3  For  thou  hast  placed  us  side  by  side 

In  this  wide  world  of  ill ; 
And  that  thy  followers  may  be  tried, 
The  poor  are  with  us  still. 

4  Small  are  the  offerings  we  can  make ; 

Yet  thou  hast  taught  us,  Lord, 
If  given  for  the  Saviour's  sake, 
They  lose  not  their  reward. 


Hi 


T2 
A-men 


269 


HYMNS  OF  ZEAL  AND   COURAGE. 


344,  345. 


344 


Enduring  Hardness. 

/.  Watts. 


Abney.     C.  M. 

N.  Herrmann. 


1  AM  la  soldier  of  the  cross, 
**-     A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Are  there  no  woes  for  me  to  face? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

3  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  : 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

4  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die ; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

5  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 


A-men. 


OAK       Mark  viii.  38. 

7-  Grigg. 


Harmony  Grove.     L.  M. 

H.  K.  Oliver. 

i     Ml.    .  ..   .  1  L Ul 


1    T  ESUS  !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
J      A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ? 
Ashamed  of  thee  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days  ? 


346. 


HYMNS  OF  ZEAL  AND   COURAGE. 


270 


CONTINUED. 
J     ,    1,     1   „~4 


HARMONY    GROVE. 

fcHJJJi  iif^r-4-1- 


2  Ashamed  of  Jesus !  sooner  far 
Let  evening-  blush  to  own  a  star ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus !  that  dear  Friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend ! 
No ; — when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away ; 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

5  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain ! 
And  O  may  this  my  glory  be, 

That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me ! 


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346 


Christ's  Servant  and  Soldier. 

Unknown  Writer. 


Hertford.    C.  M.  D. 

H.  J.  Gauntlett. 


ttt- 
1  HPHE  Saviour  by  whose  name  I'm  called 
-*-       Will  grant  me  strength  within, 
To  own  his  name  before  the  world, 
And  fight  the  fight  with  sin. 


271 


HYMNS  OF  ASPIRATION. 


347- 


So  will  I  sing,  O  blessed  be 

The  Lord,  who  is  my  strength ! 

The  weakest  child  who  calls  on  thee 
Shall  overcome  at  length. 

The  swift  may  stumble  in  the  race, 

The  strong  in  battle  fail, 
But  they  who  ever  seek  thy  face, 

Shall  in  thy  might  prevail. 
And  O,  when  on  each  brow  shall  shine 

Thy  gift,  a  fadeless  crown, 
What  joy  to  own  the  glory  thine, 

And  lowly  cast  it  down ! 


:g_4=- 


A-men. 


Perfected  in  Christ 

C.  Wesley. 


i  HTRY  us,  O  God,  and  search  the  ground 
-L      Of  every  sinful  heart ; 
Whate'er  of  sin  in  us  is  found, 
O  bid  it  all  depart! 

2  Help  us  to  help  each  other,  Lord, 

Each  other's  cross  to  bear ; 

Let  each  his  friendly  aid  afford, 

And  feel  his  brother's  care. 


3  Help  us  to  build  each  other  up, 

Our  heart  and  life  improve ; 
Increase  our  faith,  confirm  our  hope, 
And  perfect  us  in  love. 

4  Up  into  thee,  our  living  Head, 

Let  us  in  all  things  grow,^ 
Till  thou  hast  made  us  free  indeed, 
And  spotless  here  below. 


A-men. 


348. 


HYMNS  OF  ASPIRATION. 


272 


oa.8      Christ  in  us. 

^  C.  Wesley. 

—i — r^i — 1 — 1 


Beecher.     8-7.  D. 

7.  Zundel. 

4 , — .  i  n  1  -4- 


LOVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, 
-*     Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down  ! 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown  ; 
Jesus !  thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art ; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 
Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

Breathe,  O  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast ! 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  thy  .promised  rest : 
Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  thy  life  receive ! 
Speedily  return,  and  never, 

Never  mOre  thy  temples  leave ! 


Finish  then  thy  new  creation  ; 

Pure,  unspotted  may  we  be : 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation 

Perfectly  secured  by  thee ! 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place ; 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


=fc 


A-men. 


273 


HYMNS  OF  ASPIRATION. 


349- 


oaq      A  Perfect  Heart. 

^^'         C.  Wesley. 


Trinity  College.     S.  M.  D. 

J.  H.  Willcox 


i§Hi^f 


1  T  ESUS,  my  strength,  my  hope, 
J      On  thee  I  cast  my  care  ; 
With  humble  confidence  look  up, 

And  know  thou  hear'st  my  prayer. 
Give  me  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick-discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  thee  when  sin  is  near, 

And  sees  the  tempter  fly. 
• 

2  Give  me  a  true  regard, — 

A  single,  steady  aim, 
Unmoved  by  threat'ning  or  reward, 

To  thee  and  thy  great  name ; 
A  jealous,  just  concern, 

For  thine  immortal  praise  ; 
A  pure  desire  that  all  may  learn 

And  glorify  thy  grace. 


1  rest  upon  thy  word, — 

The  promise  is  for  me  ; 
My  succor  and  salvation,  Lord, 

Shall  surely  come  from  thee  : 
But  let  me  still  abide, 

Nor  from  my  hope  remove, 
Till  thou  my  patient  spirit  guide 

Into  thy  perfect  love. 


A-men. 


350. 


HYMNS  OF  ASPIRATION. 


274 


otQ      The  Love  of  God. 

*^  C.  Wesley. 


Magdalene.    C.  P.  M. 

W.  Hayes. 


-J-r-J— \— I f^r-l 1 e-n — l-ri-J 1 J^ — ^ 


His 


1  f~\  LOVE  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
^-^     When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 

All  taken  up  by  thee  ? 
I  thirst,  I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love, — 

The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 

2  Stronger  his  love  than  death  or  hell : 
No  mortal  can  its  riches  tell, 

Nor  first-born  sons  of  light : 
In  vain  they  long  its  depths  to  see ; 
They  cannot  reach  the  mystery, — 

The  length,  the  breadth,  the  height. 

3  God  only  knows  the  love  of  God  ; 
O  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 

In  this  poor,  stony  heart ! 
For  love  I  sigh,  for  love  I  pine ; 
This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine — 

Be  mine  this  better  part. 

4  O  that  I  could  forever  sit 

In  transport  at  my  Saviour's  feet ! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice ; 
My  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss, 
My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth,  be  this, 

To  hear  my  Saviour's  voice. 


A-men. 


275 


HYMNS  OF  ASPIRATION. 


351. 


351 


The  Hidden  Life. 

C.  Wesley. 


Affection.     76,76;  78,76. 

From  Mozart.     J.  K.  Paine. 


T^HOU,  O  Lord,  in  tender  love, 
-L      Dost  all  my  burdens  bear ; 
Lift  my  heart  to  things  above, 

And  fix  it  ever  there. 
Calm  on  tumult's  wheel  I  sit, 

'Midst  busy  multitudes  alone ; 
Sweetly  waiting  at  thy  feet, 

Till  all  thy  will  be  done. 

Careful  without  care  I  am, 

Nor  feel  my  happy  toil ! 
Kept  in  peace  by  Jesus'  name, 

Supported  by  his  smile, 
Joyful  thus  my  faith  to  show, 

I  find  his  service  my  reward ; 
Every  work  I  do  below, 

I  do  it  to  the  Lord. 


To  the  desert  or  the  cell, 

Let  others  blindly  fly, 
In  this  evil  world  I  dwell 

Unhurt,  unspotted  I. 
Here  I  find  a  house  of  prayer, 

To  which  I  inwardly  retire ; 
Walking  unconcerned  in  care, 

And  unconsumed  in  fire. 


;Si 


A-men. 


352. 


HYMNS  OF  ASPIRATION. 


276 


352 


Submission. 

A .  L.  Waring. 
-A    J   ,U,      i-r-l-n-1 


Brunswick.    C.  M.  61. 

From  Handel. 


ifeSife 


.^_J  ^ 


-1 — ^y 


I    I 


1 — r 


i   p  AT  HER,  I  know  that  all  my  life 
*       Is  portioned  out  for  me ; 
The  changes  that  will  surely  come 

I  do  not  fear  to  see : 
I  ask  thee  for  a  present  mind, 

Intent  on  pleasing  thee. 

2  I  ask  thee  for  a  thoughtful  love, 

Through  constant  watching  wise, 
To  meet  the  glad  with  joyful  smiles, 

And  wipe  the  weeping  eyes ; 
A  heart  at  leisure  from  itself, 

To  soothe  and  sympathize. 

3  I  ask  thee  for  the  daily  strength, 

To  none  that  ask  denied, 
A  mind  to  blend  with  outward  life, 

While  keeping  at  thy  side  ; 
Content  to  fill  a  little  space, 

If  thou  be  glorified. 

4  And  if  some  things  I  do  not  ask, 

Among  my  blessings  be, 
I'd  have  my  spirit  filled  the  more 

With  grateful  love  to  thee  ; 
More  careful — not  to  serve  thee  much, 

But  please  thee  perfectly. 


-<S— <si— u 


m 


A-men. 


I, 


277 


HYMNS  OF  ASPIRATION. 


353- 


353 


Phillippians  ii.  5. 

C.  Elliot  {?). 

I       J 


TlNTERN.      7S.   61. 
A .  H.  Brown. 


1  T7  VER  patient,  gentle,  meek, 
*~*     Holy  Saviour,  was  thy  mind  : 
Vainly  in  myself  I  seek 

Likeness  to  my  Lord  to  find ; 
Yet  that  mind  which  was  in  thee 
May  be,  must  be  formed  in  me. 

2  Days  of  toil,  'mid  throngs  of  men, 

Vexed  not,  ruffled  not  thy  soul ; 
Still  collected,  calm,  serene, 

Thou  each  feeling  couldst  control : 
Lord,  that  mind  which  was  in  thee 
May  be,  must  be  formed  in  me. 

3  Though  such  griefs  were  thine  to  bear, 

For  each  sufferer  thou  couldst  feel ; 
Every  mourner's  burden  share, 

Every  wounded  spirit  heal : 
Saviour,  let  thy  grace  in  me 
Form  that  mind  which  was  in  thee. 


When  my  pain  is  most  intense, 
Let  thy  cross  my  lesson  prove ; 

Let  me  hear  thee,  ev'n  from  thence, 
Breathing  words  of  peace  and  love : 

Saviour,  let  thy  grace  in  me 

Form  that  mind  which  was  in  thee. 


A-men. 


354, 355- 


HYMNS  OF  ASPIRATION. 


278 


Full  Salvation. 


I^ffj£g#I 


1  T/NOW,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation  ; 
"■  Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care ; 
Joy  to  find,  in  every  station, 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 

2  Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee : 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine ; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee : 
Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 

3  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer, 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee : 
God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 

4  Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days, 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 
Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 


355 


'■  Still  with  Thee." 

J.  D.  Burns. 


Haverhill.    S.  M. 

L.  Mason. 


i    CTILL  with  thee,  O  my  God, 
^     I  would  desire  to  be ; 
By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  would  be  still  with  thee : 

2  With  thee,  when  dawn  comes  in, 
And  calls  me  back  to  care ; 
Each  day  returning  to  begin 
With  thee,  my  God,  in  prayer : 


279 


HYMNS  OF  ASPIRATION. 


356. 


3  With  thee,  amid  the  crowd 

That  throngs  the  busy  mart, 
To  hear  thy  voice,  'mid  clamor  loud, 
Speak  softly  to  my  heart : 

4  With  thee,  when  day  is  done, 

And  evening  calms  the  mind  : 
The  setting  as  the  rising  sun 
With  thee  my  heart  would  find. 

5  With  thee,  when  darkness  brings 

The  signal  of  repose  ; 
Calm  in  the  shadow  of  thy  wings, 
Mine  eyelids  I  would  close 

6  With  thee,  in  thee,  by  faith 

Abiding  I  would  be ; 
By  day,  by  night,  in  life,  in  death, 
I  would  be  still  with  thee. 


=3^g=B 


m 


A-men. 


otg      Isaiah  lvii.  15. 

*^  F.  W.Faber. 


Bethlehem.    C.  M. 

W.  Arnold. 

1,  n  i.  J  J.  1  n.  ...  i.  r±u 


HPHY  home  is  with  the  humble,  Lord: 
*-      The  simple  are  the  best ; 
Thy  lodging  is  in  child-like  hearts  ; 
Thou  makest  there  thy  rest. 

Dear  Comforter,  eternal  Love, 

If  thou  wilt  stay  with  me, 
Of  lowly  thoughts  and  simple  ways 

I'll  build  a  house  for  thee. 

Who  made  this  breathing  heart  of  mine 
But  thee,  my  heavenly  Guest  ? 

Let  no  one  have  it,  then,  but  thee, 
And  let  it  be  thy  rest ! 


^eH 


A-men. 


357,  358- 


HYMNS  OF  ASPIRATION. 


280 


Walking  with  God 

W.  Cowper. 

J-4 


Balerma.    C.  M. 

Spanish  A  ir. 


i   C\  FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God  ! 
^^     A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  ! 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb ! 

2  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

3  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

4  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


is 


A-men. 


Jacob's  Vision. 

S.  F.  Adams. 


Bethany. 


10,10;  12,10. 

L.  Mason. 


IpgpS^Si^l 


4-V 


^r-t^rv 


n  I*'**** 


1  "VT  EARER,  my  God,  to  thee,  nearer  to  thee ! 
J"^      E'en  though  it  be  a  cross  that  raiseth  me  ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, — nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  nearer  to  thee. 

2  Though,  like  the  wanderer,  the  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me,  my  rest  a  stone ; 

Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be,  nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, — 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  nearer  to  thee. 


28l 


HYMNS  OF  ASPIRATION. 


359- 


3  There  let  the  way  appear,  steps  unto  heaven  ; 
All  that  thou  sendest  me,  in  mercy  given ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me  nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,- 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  nearer  to  thee. 

4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts,  bright  with  thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs,  Bethel  I'll  raise ; 

So  by  my  woes  to  be  nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  nearer  to  thee. 


5  Or  if  on  joyful  wing,  cleaving  the  sky,  ;    1     j 

Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot,  upward  I  fly ;  ^-g- 

Still  all  my  song  shall  be, — nearer,  my  God,  to  j-fg-  ^ 
thee,  ;~^^~ 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  nearer  to  thee.  A-nW 


Craving  Grace. 

W.  Cowper. 


i   T  THIRST,  but  not,  as  once  I  did, 
■■-     The  vain  delights  of  earth  to  share  ; 
Thy  wounds,  Immanuel,  all  forbid 
That  I  should  seek  my  pleasure  there. 

2  It  was  the  sight  of  thy  dear  cross, 

First  weaned  my  soul  from  earthly  things ; 
And  taught  me  to  esteem  as  dross 

The  mirth  of  fools,  and  pomp  of  kings. 

3  I  want  that  grace  that  springs  from  thee, 

That  quickens  all  things  where  it  flows, 
And  makes  a  wretched  thorn  like  me 
Bloom  as  the  myrtle  or  the  rose. 

4  For  sure,  of  all  the  plants  that  share 

The  notice  of  my  Father's  eye, 

None  proves  less  grateful  to  his  care, 

Or  yields  him  meaner  fruit  than  I. 
20 


36o,  361. 


HYMNS  OF  ASPIRATION. 


282 


360 


Wholly  Christ's 

Unknown  Writer. 

■ft-J 1— l-n- 


Pleyel's  Hymn.     7s. 

I.  Pleyel. 


i    T  ESUS,  take  me  for  thine  own  ; 
J      To  thy  will  my  spirit  frame ; 
Thou  shalt  reign,  and  thou  alone, 
Over  all  I  have  and  am. 

2  Making  thus  the  Lord  my  choice, 

I  have  nothing  more  to  choose, 
But  to  listen  to  thy  voice, 
And  my  will  in  thine  to  lose. 

3  Then,  whatever  may  betide, 

I  shall  safe  and  happy  be ; 

Still  content  and  satisfied, — 

Having  all  in  having  thee. 


A-men. 


36l 


Perfect  Peace. 

C.  Wesley. 


Ash  well.    L.  M. 

L.  Mason. 


f~\  THAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  ! 
^^     O  that  I  could  at  last  submit 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down, 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find ; 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 

And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 
And  fully  set  my  spirit  free ; 

I  can  not  rest  till  pure  within, 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 


283 


HYMNS  OF  ASPIRATION. 


362. 


4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God, 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove, 
The  cross  all  stain  a  with  hallow'd  blood, 
The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would,  but  thou  must  give  the  power, 

My  heart  from  every  sin  release ; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 


362      T  J0HN  *"•  I-6- 

°  /.  Waits. 


Olmutz.    S.  M. 

Gregorian.    Arr.  Mason. 


^S 


B=w^=w^^ 


m 


'■'II 


-n — r 


1   'i  1  1 


1  DEHOLD  what  wondrous  grace 
-^     The  Father  has  bestowed 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 

To  call  them  sons  of  God  ! 

2  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made ; 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  head. 


3  A  hope  so  much  divine 

May  trials  well  endure, 
May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin, 
As  Christ  the  Lord  is  pure. 

4  If  in  my  Father's  love 

I  share  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit,  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

5  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne ; 
Our  faith  shall  Abba,  Father,  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 


A-men. 


3^3,  364. 


HYMNS  OF  ASPIRATION. 


284 


363 


Ephesians  iii.  17-21. 

/.  Waits. 


Quebec.    L.  M. 

H.  Baker. 


i   POME,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell 
^     By  faith  and  love  in  every  breast ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  expressed, 

2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength, 

Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 
And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and  length 
Of  thine  immeasurable  grace. 

3  Now  to  the  God  whose  power  can  do 
More  than  our  thoughts  and  wishes  know, 
Be  everlasting  honors  done 

By  all  the  church,  through  Christ  his  Son. 


A-men. 


364 


Purer  and  Purer. 

Unknown  Writer. 


Severn.    6-5.  D. 

L.  Mason. 


T3URER  yet  and  purer  I  would  be  in  mind, 
■*•       Dearer  yet  and  dearer  every  duty  find ; 
Hoping  still  and  trusting  God  without  a  fear, 
Patiently  believing  he  will  make  all  clear ; 

Calmer  yet  and  calmer,  trial  bear  and  pain, 
Surer  yet  and  surer  peace  at  last  to  gain ; 
Suffering  still  and  doing,  to  his  will  resigned, 
And  to  God  subduing  heart  and  will  and  mind. 


2§5 


HYMNS  OF  ASPIRATION. 


365. 


3  Higher  yet  and  higher  out  of  clouds  and  night, 
Nearer  yet  and  nearer  rising  to  the  light — 
Light  serene  and  holy,  where  my  soul  may  rest, 
Purified  and  lowly,  sanctified  and  blest ; 

4  Quicker  yet  and  quicker  ever  onward  press, 
Firmer  yet  and  firmer  step,  as  I  progress : 

Oft  these  earnest  longings  swell  within  my  breast, 
Yet  their  inner  meaning  ne'er  can  be  expressed. 


ogt      "  Calm  Me." 


Preston.    C.  M. 

L.  Mason. 


i   f^ALM  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm : 
^  _  Let  thine  outstretched  wing 
Be  like  the  shade  of  Elim's  palm, 
Beside  her  desert  spring. 

2  Yes,  keep  me  calm,  though  loud  and  rude 

The  sounds  my  ear  that  greet, — 
Calm  in  the  closet's  solitude, 
Calm  in  the  bustling  street, — 

3  Calm  in  the  hour  of  buoyant  health, 

Calm  in  the  hour  of  pain, 
Calm  in  my  poverty  or  wealth, 
Calm  in  my  loss  or  gain, — 

4  Calm  in  the  sufferance  of  wrong, 

Like  him  who  bore  my  shame, 
Calm  'mid  the  threatening,  taunting  throng 
Who  hate  thy  holy  name. 

5  Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm, 

Soft  resting  on  thy  breast ; 
Soothe  me  with  holy  hymn  and  psalm, 
And  bid  my  spirit  rest. 


A-men. 


366,367. 


HYMNS  OF  ASPIRATION. 


286 


^66      Perfect  Peace. 

*^  Mary  A .  S.  Barber. 


HORTON.       7s. 
X.  Von  Wartensee.     Arr. 


i    T3RINCE  of  Peace,  control  my  will; 
*-       Bid  this  struggling  heart  be  still ; 
Bid  my  fears  and  doubtings  cease, — 
Hush  my  spirit  into  peace. 

2  Thou  has  bought  me  with  thy  blood, 
Opened  wide  the  gate  to  God  ; 
Peace  I  ask — but  peace  must  be, 
Lord,  in  being  one  with  thee. 


A-men. 


o^#7      A  New  Heart. 

**      *  C.  Wesley. 


Beatitude.     C.  M. 

J.  B.  Dykes. 
J-. 1 — 1-, 


i   (~\  FOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
^^     A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ; 
A  heart  that's  sprinkled  with  the  blood 
So  freely  shed  for  me ! — 

2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 

My  dear  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  O  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean, 
Which  neither  death  nor  life  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within  : — 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  filled  with  love  divine ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, — 
An  image,  Lord,  of  thine ! 


287 


HYMNS  OF  HOLY  FEAR. 


368. 


5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart, 
Come  quickly  from  above  : 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart ; 
Thy  name,  O  God,  is  love. 


s=F 


A-men. 


^68      Holy  Trembling. 

^  C.  Wesley. 


Ganges.     C.  P.  M. 

Old  Melody. 

1  ,     I 


i   C\  GOD,  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
^S     And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  save  me  ere  it  be  too  late  ; 
Wake  me  to  righteousness. 

2  Before  me  place,  in  bright  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  1  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 


Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, — 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure  ! 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfill, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure ! 


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A-men. 


3^9, 370. 


HYMNS  OF  HOL  Y  FEAR. 


288 


360      Watchfulness. 

°     "        C.  Wesley. 


Gorton.     S.  M. 

From.  Beethoven. 


^^^ai 


1    A    CHARGE  to  keep  I  have : 
**-     A  God  to  glorify  ; 


A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky  ; — 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfill ; 
O  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live ; 
And  O,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely  ; 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  forever  die. 


o»7Q      God's  Sweet  Mercy. 

°  '  J.S.  B  Monsell. 


MONSELL.       S.  M. 
J.  Barnby. 


i   CWEET  is  thy  mercy,  Lord  ; 
^     Before  thy  mercy-seat 
My  soul  adoring  pleads  thy  word, 
And  owns  thy  mercy  sweet. 

2  Where'er  thy  name  is  blest, 
Where'er  thy  people  meet, 
There  I  delight  in  thee  to  rest, 
And  find  thy  mercy  sweet. 


289 


HYMNS  OF  RESIGN  A  TION 


371. 


My  need  and  thy  desires 
Are  all  in  Christ  complete  ; 

Thou  hast  the  justice  truth  requires, 
I  have  thy  mercy  sweet. 

Light  thou  our  weary  way, 
Lead  thou  our  wandering  feet, 

That  while  we  stay  on  earth  we  may 
Still  find  thy  mercy  sweet. 

Thus  shall  the  heavenly  host 
Hear  all  our  songs  repeat 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost : — 
Our  joy,  thy  mercy  sweet. 


A-men. 


Thy  Will,  not  Mine 

H.  Bonar. 


Via  Lucis.     12s. 

y.  Stainer. 


1  THY  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord,  however  dark  it  be ! 

■*■      Lead  me  by  thine  own  hand ;  choose  out  the  path  for 

me. 
I  dare  not  choose  my  lot ;  I  would  not,  if  I  might : 
Choose  thou  for  me,  my  God,  so  shall  I  walk  aright. 

2  The  kingdom  that  I  seek  is  thine ;  so  let  the  way 
That  leads  to  it  be  thine,  else  I  must  surely  stray. 
Take  thou  my  cup,  and  it  with  joy  or  sorrow  fill, 

As  best  to  thee  may  seem ;  choose  thou  my  good  and  ill. 

3  Choose  thou  for  me  my  friends,  my  sickness  or  my  health  ; 
Choose  thou  my  cares  for  me,  my  poverty  or  wealth. 
Not  mine,  not  mine  the  choice,  in  things  or  great  or 

small ; 
Be  thou  my  Guide,  my  Strength,  my  Wisdom,  and 
my  All. 


^ 


A-men. 


372, 373- 


HYMNS  OF  RESIGNATION. 


290 


372 


Resignation. 

Mrs.  Steele. 


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St.  Agnes.     C.  M. 

J.  B.  Dykes. 


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i   T7ATHER!  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
^      Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise  : 

2  "  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  "  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine 

My  life  and  death  attend ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end." 


A-men. 


373 


Thy  Will  be  done. 

Charlotte  Elliot. 


Almsgiving.    88,84. 

J.  B.  Dykes. 


i    1V/TY  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray 

■*■*-*■     Far  from  my  home,  on  life's  rough  way, 

0  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say, 

"  Thy  will  be  done  ! " 

2  If  thou  shouldst  call  me  to  resign 
What  most  I  prize, — it  ne'er  was  mine ; 

1  only  yield  thee  what  was  thine ; 

Thy  will  be  done ! 


291 


HYMNS  OF  RESIGNATION. 


374- 


3  If  but  my  fainting  heart  be  blest 
With  thy  sweet  Spirit  for  its  guest, 
My  God,  to  thee  1  leave  the  rest : 

Thy  will  be  done ! 

4  Renew  my  will  from  day  to  day ; 
Blend  it  with  thine,  and  take  away 
Whate'er  now  makes  it  hard  to  say, 

"  Thy  will  be  done  !  " 

5  Then  when  on  earth  I  breathe  no  more 
The  prayer  oft  mixed  with  tears  before, 
I'll  sing  upon  a  happier  shore  : 

"  Thy  will  be  done !  " 


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A-men. 


o*7A       Habakkuk  iii.  17,  18 

Scotch  Paraphrase. 

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W.  Croft. 


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1  A  \T HAT  though  no  flowers  the  fig-tree  clothe, 

*  V      Though  vines  their  fruit  deny, 
The  labor  of  the  olive  fail, 
And  fields  no  food  supply  ; — 

2  Though  from  the  fold,  with  sad  surprise 

My  flock  cut  off  1  see  ; 
Though  famine  pine  in  empty  stalls, 
Where  herds  were  wont  to  be : — 


3  Yet  in  the  Lord  will  I  be  glad, 

And  glory  in  his  love  ; 
In  him  rejoice,  who  will  the  God 
Of  my  salvation  prove. 

4  God  is  the  treasure  of  my  soul, 

The  source  of  lasting  joy, 
A  joy  which  want  shall  not  impair, 
Nor  death  itself  destroy. 


A-men. 


375,376. 


HYMNS  OF  RESIGNATION. 


292 


Walking  by  Faith 

W.  y.  Irons. 


Refuge.    C.  M. 

J.  Barnby. 


i    T7ATHER  of  love,  our  guide  and  friend, 
-^       O,  lead  us  gently  on, 
Until  life's  trial-time  shall  end, 
And  heavenly  rest  be  won. 

2  We  know  not  what  the  path  may  be 

As  yet  by  us  untrod, 
But  we  can  trust  our  all  to  thee, 
Our  Father  and  our  God. 

3  And  if  some  darker  lot  be  good, 

O,  teach  us  to  endure 
The  sorrow,  pain,  or  solitude, 
That  makes  the  spirit  pure. 


A  Safe  Retreat. 

Anne  Steele. 


Faith.    C.  M. 

J.  B.  Dykes. 


DEAR  refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise — 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 
For  thou  alone  canst  heal ; 

Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

But  O,  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 

And  all  my  hopes  decline. 


293 


HYMNS  OF  COMFORT. 


377- 


4  Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  1  flee  ? 

Thou  art  my  only  trust ; 
And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  thee, 
Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 

5  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still, 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat, 
With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 


A-men. 


377 


"  In  all  Points  like  as  we  are." 

y.  Edmeston. 


St.  Chrysostom.     L.  M.  61. 

W.  C.  Filby. 


i     A  S  oft  with  worn  and  weary  feet, 
£*~     We  tread  earth's  rugged  valley  o'er, 
The  thought,  how  comforting  and  sweet, 

Christ  trod  this  very  path  before ! 
Our  wants  and  weaknesses  he  knows, 
From  life's  first  dawning  till  its  close. 

2  If  Satan  tempt  our  hearts  to  stray, 

And  whisper  evil  things  within, 
So  did  he  in  the  desert  way, 

Assail  our  Lord  with  thoughts  of  sin ; 
When  worn,  and  in  a  feeble  hour, 
The  tempter  came  with  all  his  power. 

3  Just  such  as  I,  this  earth  he  trod, 

With  every  human  ill  but  sin ; 
And,  though  indeed  the  very  God, 

As  I  am  now,  so  he  has  been ; 
My  God,  my  Saviour !  look  on  me 
With  pity,  love,  and  sympathy. 


-I — 1 


378,379- 


HYMNS  OF  COMFORT. 


294 


^78      "  ^HE  Lord  CAN  SAVE- 

^  '  P.  Doddridge. 


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Medfield.     C.  M. 

Mather. 


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i    1WT  Y  God,  the  covenant  of  thy  love 
*■**-     Abides  for  ever  sure ; 
And  in  its  matchless  grace  I  feel 
My  happiness  secure. 

2  Since  thou,  the  everlasting  God, 

My  Father  art  become, 
Jesus  my  Guardian  and  my  Friend, 
And  heaven  my  final  home, — 

3  I  welcome  all  thy  sovereign  will, 

For  all  that  will  is  love ; 
And  when  I  know  not  what  thou  dost, 
I  wait  the  light  above. 

4  Thy  covenant  in  the  darkest  gloom 

Shall  heavenly  rays  impart, 
And  when  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
Sustain  my  fainting  heart. 


A-men. 


07Q       JOB  i.  21. 
**  '  *         J.  Conder. 


Brunswick.    86,86 ;  88. 

Handel. 


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1  \%  THEN  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God, 
*  *       In  trial's  fearful  hour, — 
Bow  all  resigned  beneath  his  rod, 
And  bless  his  sparing  power ; — 


295 


HYMNS  OF  COMFORT. 


380. 


A  joy  springs  up  amid  distress,- 
A  fountain  in  the  wilderness. 


O,  to  be  brought  to  Jesus'  feet, 

Though  trials  fix  me  there, 
Is  still  a  privilege  most  sweet ; 

For  he  will  hear  my  prayer ; 
Though  sighs  and  tears  its  language  be 
The  Lord  is  nigh  to  answer  me. 


Then  blessed  be  the  hand  that  gave, 

Still  blessed  when  it  takes  ; 
Blessed  be  he  who  smites  to  save, 

Who  heals  the  heart  he  breaks : 
Perfect  and  true  are  all  his  ways, 
Whom  heaven  adores  and  death  obeys. 


A-men. 


^80      Comfort  in  Sickness 

°  A.M.  Tofilady. 


Bethlehem.    C.  M. 

W.  Arnold. 

r  1  n.   i„  i.  Phi, 


1  A^rHEN  languor  and  disease  invade 

^  *       This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  by  faith  abroad, 
And  long  to  fly  away ; 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  his  love ; 
Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above  ; 


3  Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 
In  life's  fair  book  set  down  ; 
Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 
Eternal  joys  my  own  ; 


38i. 


HYMNS  OF  COMFORT. 


296 


38O.       CONTINUED. 

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BETHLEHEM. 

1,  Ti^-t, 


381 


3  Sweet  on  his  faithfulness  to  rest, 

Whose  love  can  never  end  ; 
Sweet  on  his  covenant  of  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend  ; 

4  Sweet,  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To  trust  his  firm  decrees  ; 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  his  hands, 
And  know  no  will  but  his. 

5  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams, 

What  must  the  fountain  be, 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 
Immediately  from  thee? 


A -men. 


Matthew  xi.  28 

C.  Elliot. 

4-4 


Angelus.     L.  M. 

G.  Josephi. 


i  VK  nTH  tearful  eyes  I  look  around; 
*  *       Life  seems  a  dark  and  stormy  sea ; 
Yet,  'mid  the  gloom,  I  hear  a  sound, 
A  heavenly  whisper,  "  Come  to  me." 

2  It  tells  me  of  a  place  of  rest — 

It  tells  me  where  my  soul  may  flee  ; 
O  !  to  the  weary,  faint,  oppressed, 

How  sweet  the  bidding,  "  Come  to  me  !  " 

3  When  nature  shudders,  loth  to  part 

From  all  I  love,  enjoy,  and  see — 
Wfien  a  faint  chill  steals  o'er  my  heart — 
A  sweet  voice  utters,  "  Come  to  me." 


297 


HYMNS  OF  COMFORT. 


382. 


4  "  Come,  for  all  else  must  fail  and  die  ; 

Earth  is  no  resting-place  for  thee  ; 
Heavenward  direct  thy  weeping  eye, 
I  am  thy  portion !  Come  to  me/' 

5  O  voice  of  mercy  !  voice  of  love ! 

In  conflict,  grief  and  agony, 
Support  me,  cheer  me  from  above, 
And  gently  whisper,  "  Come  to  me. 


A-men. 


og2      "Comfort  me.' 

G.  Rawson. 


WOOLSEY.      777,5. 
L.  W.  Bacon. 


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1  T  N  the  dark  and  cloudy  day, 

■■•     When  earth's  riches  flee  away, 
And  the  last  hope  will  not  stay, 
Saviour,  comfort  me ! 

2  When  the  secret  idol's  gone 

That  my  poor  heart  yearned  upon,- 
Desolate,  bereft,  alone, 
Saviour,  comfort  me ! 

3  Thou,  who  wast  so  sorely  tried, 
In  the  darkness  crucified, 

Bid  me  in  thy  love  confide ; 
Saviour,  comfort  me ! 


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4  Comfort  me  ;  I  am  cast  down  ; 
Tis  my  heavenly  Father's  frown ; 
I  deserve  it  all,  I  own  : 

Saviour,  comfort  me ! 

5  So  it  shall  be  good  for  me 
Much  afflicted  now  to  be, 
If  thou  wilt  but  tenderly, 

Saviour,  comfort  me ! 


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A-men 


383,  384- 


HYMNS  OF  COMFORT. 


298 


383 


Bearing  our  Griefs. 

H.  H.  Milman. 


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*  V      When  our  bitter  tears  o'erflow, 
When  we  mourn  the  lost,  the  dear, 
Jesus,  son  of  Mary,  hear. 

2  Thou  our  throbbing;  flesh  hast  worn, 
Thou  our  mortal  griefs  hast  borne, 
Thou  hast  shed  the  human  tear ; 
Jesus,  son  of  Mary,  hear. 

3  Thou  hast  bowed  the  dying  head, 
Thou  the  blood  of  life  hast  shed, 
Thou  hast  filled  a  mortal  bier  ; 
Jesus,  son  of  Mary,  hear. 

4  When  the  heart  is  sad  within 
With  the  thought  of  all  its  sin, 
When  the  spirit  shrinks  with  fear, 
Jesus,  son  of  Mary,  hear. 

5  Thou,  the  shame,  the  grief,  hast  known 
Though  the  sins  were  not  thine  own ; 
Thou  hast  deigned  their  load  to  bear ; 
Jesus,  son  of  Mary,  hear. 


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A -men. 


384 


Pilgrim's  Song. 

Cennick. 


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MONKLAND.       7S. 
J.  P.  Wilkes. 

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CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing  ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 


299 


HYMNS  OF  JOY. 


385. 


2  Ye  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod : 
They  are  happy  now — and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest ; 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest : 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepared- 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 

5  Lord,  submissive  make  us  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And.  we  still  will  follow  thee. 


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A-men. 


ogc       Our  Joy  and  Glory. 

^     D        I.  Watts. 


Raphael. 

From  Donizetti. 


i    V/T  Y  God  !  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
1V1     The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights ! 

2  In  darkest  shades  if  he  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun ! 
He  is  my  soul's  sweet  morning-star, 
And  he  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers,  "  I  am  his !  " 


386. 


HYMNS  OF  JOY. 


300 


385.       CONTINUED. 


RAPHAEL. 


4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  transporting  word, 
Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell,  and  ghastly  death, 

I'd  break  through  every  Foe ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through. 


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A-men. 


Awake  and  Sing 

W.  Hammond. 


St.  Michael's.    S.  M. 

y.  Daye. 


1  A  WAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
**     Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ! 
Wake  every  heart,  and  every  tongue, 

To  praise  the  Saviour's  name ! 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love — 

Sing  of  his  rising  power — 

Sing  how  he  intercedes  above, 

For  us  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing,  till  we  feel  our  heart 

Ascending  with  our  tongue ; 
Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  depart, 
And  grace  inspire  our  song.   * 

4  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing ; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
In  Christ  th'  eternal  King, 


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HYMNS  OF  HOPE. 


387. 


5  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, — 

"  Ye  blessed  children,  come!" 
Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away, 
To  our  eternal  home. 

6  There  shall  our  raptured  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim  ; 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb ! 


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^^     Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er : 
Nearer  my  home  am  I  to-day 
Than  e'er  I've  been  before  ; — 


2  Nearer  my  Father's  house 

Where  many  mansions  be  ; — 
Nearer  my  Saviour's  great  white  throne ; 
Nearer  the  crystal  sea ; — 

3  Nearer  to  reach  the  end 

And  lay  my  burden  down ; 
Nearer  to  leave  my  weary  cross ; 
Nearer  to  wear  my  crown. 

4  But  through  that  gloomy  vale 

Where  all  is  shade  and  night, 
Flows  on  the  deep  and  unknown  stream, 
Between  me  and  the  light. 

5  Father,  perfect  my  trust ; 

Strengthen  my  trembling  faith ; 
Help  me  and  hold  me,  when  my  feet 
Stand  on  the  brink  of  death. 


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A-raen. 


388. 


HYMNS  OF  HOPE. 


302 


ogg      Bernard's  Hymn. 

J  Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 


Ewing.     7-6.  D. 

A.  Ewing. 


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1  T  ERUSALEM  the  golden ! 

J      With  milk  and  honey  blest ; 
Beneath  thy  contemplation 

Sink  heart  and  voice  opprest. 
I  know  not,  O  I  know  not 

What  joys  await  us  there ; 
What  radiancy  of  glory, 

What  bliss  beyond  compare  ! 

2  There  is  the  throne  of  David, 

And  there,  from  care  released, 
The  shout  of  them  that  triumph, 

The  song  of  them  that  feast : 
And  they  who  with  their  Leader 

Have  conquered  in  the  fight, 
Forever,  and  forever 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 


O  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

The  home  of  God's  elect ! 
O  sweet  and  blessed  country 

That  eager  hearts  expect ! 
Jesus,  in  mercy  bring  us 

To  that  dear  land  of  rest ; 
Who  art,  with  God  the  Father, 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 


A-men. 


303 


HYMNS  OF  HOPE. 


389. 


389 


The  Desert  March. 

T.  Kelly. 


Pilgrimage.    66,86;  87. 

A.  Sullivan. 

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1  "CROM  Egypt's  bondage  come, 

-*-       Where  death  and  darkness  reign, 
We  seek  our  new,  our  better  home, 
Where  we  our  rest  shall  gain. 
Hallelujah !  Hallelujah ! 
We  are  travelling  home  to  Heaven  ! 

2  To  Canaan's  sacred  bound 

We  haste  with  songs  of  joy, 
Where  peace  and  liberty  are  found, 

And  sweets  that  never  cloy. 
Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 
We  are  travelling  home  to  Heaven ! 

3  There  sin  and  sorrow  cease, 

And  all  the  strife  is  o'er ; 
There  we  shall  dwell  in  endless  peace, 

And  never  hunger  more. 
Hallelujah !  Hallelujah ! 
We  are  travelling  home  to  Heaven ! 

4  There  in  celestial  strains 

The  ransomed  captives  sing : 
There  love  in  every  bosom  reigns, 

For  God  himself  is  King  ; 
Hallelujah !  Hallelujah  ! 
We  are  travelling  home  to  Heaven ! 


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A-men. 


390. 


HYMNS  OF  HOPE. 


304 


390 


The  Heavenly  Song 

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-*•  Crowns  that  never  fade  away, 
Gird  and  deck  the  saints  in  light ; 

Priests,  and  kings,  and  conquerors,  they. 
Yet  the  conquerors  bring  their  palms 

To  the  Lamb  amid  the  throne  ; 
And  proclaim,  in  joyful  psalms, 

Victory  through  his  cross  alone. 

2  Kings  for  harps  their  crowns  resign, 

Crying,  as  they  strike  the  chords — 
"  Take  the  kingdom  ;  it  is  thine, 

King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords." 
Round  the  altar,  priests  confess, 

If  their  robes  are  white  as  snow, 
'Twas  their  Saviour's  righteousness, 

And  his  blood  that  made  them  so. 


Who  are  these  ?     On  earth  they  dwelt, 

Sinners  once  of  Adam's  race  ; 
Guilt,  and  fear,  and  suffering  felt, 

But  were  saved  by  sovereign  grace. 
They  were  mortal,  too,  like  us  : 

Ah,  when  we,  like  them  shall  die, 
May  our  souls,  translated  thus, 

Triumph,  reign,  and  shine,  on  high ! 


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3°5 


HYMNS  OF  HOPE. 


391. 


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WHAT  are  these  in  bright  array, 
This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar,  night  and  day, 

Hymning  one  triumphant  song  ? — 
"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb  once  slain, 
Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain ; 
New  dominion  every  hour." 

These  through  fiery  trials  trod  ! — 

These  from  great  affliction  came : 
Now  before  the  throne  of  God, 

Sealed  with  his  almighty  name, 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Victor  palms  in  every  hand, 
Through  their  dear  Redeemer's  might, 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed  ; 
Them,  the  Lamb  amid  the  throne 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead : 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs ; 

Perfect  love  dispels  all  fears ; 
And  forever  from  their  eyes 

God  shall  wipe  away  the  tears. 


23-^ 


A-men. 


392. 


HYMNS  OF  HOPE. 


306 


392 


An  Abundant  Entrance 

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TEN  thousand  times  ten  thousand, 
In  sparkling  raiment  bright, 
The  armies  of  the  ransomed  saints 

Throng  up  the  steeps  of  light : 
'Tis  finished,  all  is  finished, 

Their  fight  with  death  and  sin : 
Fling  open  wide  the  golden  gates, 
And  let  the  victors  in. 

What  rush  of  hallelujahs 

Fills  all  the  earth  and  sky ! 
What  ringing  of  a  thousand  harps 

Bespeaks  the  triumph  nigh  ! 
O  day,  for  which  creation 

And  all  its  tribes  were  made  ! 
O  joy,  for  all  its  former  woes 

A  thousand-fold  repaid ! 


O  then  what  raptured  greetings 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore, 
What  knitting;  severed  friendships  up, 

Where  partings  are  no  more  ! 
Then  eyes  with  joy  shall  sparkle, 

That  brimmed  with  tears  of  late, 
Orphans  no  longer  fatherless, 

Nor  widows  desolate. 


A-men. 


3°7 


HYMNS  OF  HOPE. 


393- 


393 


Pilgrims'  Song. 

R.  Seagrave. 


Amsterdam.     7-6.  Tr. 

J.  Nares. 


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RISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 
Thy  better  portion  trace ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Toward  heaven  thy  native  place : 
Sun  and  moon  and  stars  decay, 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove  ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 
To  seats  prepared  above. 

Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course  ; 
Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun ; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source: 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face, 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 


Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return 

Triumphant  in  the  skies  : 
There  we'll  join  the  heavenly  train, 

Welcomed  to  partake  the  bliss ; 
Fly  from  sorrow  and  from  pain, 

To  realms  of  endless  peace. 


A -men. 


394- 


HYMNS  OF  HOPE. 


308 


The  Promised  Land. 

/.  Watts. 

■    Ml. ™— It-4-4 


394 


Hertford.    C.  M.  D. 

H.  J.  Gauntlett. 

1    I  J,  J     |-4-IT-^ 


1  rF*HERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

-*-      Where  saints  immortal  reign, 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 

And  pleasures  banish  pain. 
There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-withering  flowers : 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 

This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

2  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green ; 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  rolled  between. 
But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
And  linger  shivering  on  the  brink, 

And  fear  to  launch  away. 


O  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove 

These  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 

With  unbeclouded  eyes  : — 
Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, — 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 

Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


3°9 


HYMNS  OF  HOPE. 


395- 


395 


On  Jordan's  Banks. 


S.  Stennet. 


Ancyra.     C.  M.  D. 
T.  H.  H.  Crossley. 


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i   /^)N  Jordan's  rugged  banks  I  stand, 
^-^     And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 

Where  my  possessions  lie. 
O,  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 

And  rivers  of  delight ! 

2  O'er  all  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
There  God,  the  sun,  forever  reigns, 

And  scatters  night  away. 
No  chilling  winds,  or  poisonous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 

Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 


When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 

And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 
Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 

Can  here  no  longer  stay  ; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 

Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 


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A-men. 


396. 


HYMNS  OF  HOPE. 


310 


396 


The  Heavenly  Jerusalem. 

Unknown  Writers. 

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1  T  ERUSALEM !  my  happy  home  ! 
J      Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 

In  joy  and  peace,  in  thee  ? 
O  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
[ :  And  Sabbaths  have  no  end?  :|| 

2  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin,  nor  sorrow  know : 
Blest  seats  !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 

I  onward  press  to  you. 
Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  woe, 

Or  feel,  at  death,  dismay  ? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
[ :  And  realms  of  endless  day.  :|| 


Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets  there, 
Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 

And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below, 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home  ! 
My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 

Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 

1 :  When  I  thy  joys  shall  see.  :|| 


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A-men. 


3ii 


HYMNS  OF  HOPE. 


397- 


397 


Patria  Cordis. 

H.  R.  Haweis. 


Homeland.    7-6.  D. 

A.  Sullivan. 

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THE  Homeland  !  O  the  Homeland ! 
The  land  of  souls  freeborn ! 
No  gloomy  night  is  known  there, 

But  aye  the  fadeless  morn ; 
I'm  sighing  for  that  country, 

My  heart  is  aching  here  ; 
There  is  no  pain  in  the  Homeland 
To  which  I'm  drawing  near. 

My  Lord  is  in  the  Homeland, 

With  angels  bright  and  fair ; 
No  sinful  thing  nor  evil 

Can  ever  enter  there ; 
The  music  of  the  ransomed 

Is  ringing  in  my  ears, 
And  when  I  think  of  the  Homeland, 

My  eyes  are  wet  with  tears. 

For  loved  ones  in  the  Homeland 

Are  waiting  me  to  come 
Where  neither  death  nor  sorrow 

Invade  their  holy  home  : 
O  dear,  dear  native  country ! 

O  rest  and  peace  above ! 
Christ  bring  us  all  to  the  Homeland 

Of  his  eternal  love. 


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A-men. 


398,  399- 


HYMNS  OF  HOPE. 


312 


ogg      Heaven  is  my  Home 

°*  T.R.Taylor. 


Oak.     10,10;  66,10. 

L.  Mason. 


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1  T'M  but  a  stranger  here,  Heaven  is  my  home ; 
■*•     Earth  is  a  desert  drear,  Heaven  is  my  home. 

Danger  and  sorrow  stand 
Round  me  on  every  hand  ; 
Heaven  is  my  fatherland. — Heaven  is  my  home. 

2  What  though  the  tempest  rage,  Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
Short  is  my  pilgrimage,  Heaven  is  my  home, 

Time's  cold  and  wintry  blast 
Soon  will  be  overpast, 
I  shall  reach  home  at  last. — Heaven  is  my  home. 

3  There,  at  mv  Saviour's  side,  Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
I  shall  be  gforified — Heaven  is  my  home. 

There  are  the  good  and  blest, 
Those  I  loved  most  and  best, 
And  there  I,  too,  shall  rest. — Heaven  is  my  home. 


A-men. 


399 


Living  and  Dying  to  the  Lord. 


E.  Baxter. 


Martyrs.    C.  M. 

Scottish. 


■     Ill 


i   T  ORD,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 
■*— '     Whether  I  die  or  live  ; 
To  love  and  serve  thee  is  my  share, 
And  this  thy  grace  must  give. 

2  If  life  be  long,  I  will  be  glad 
That  I  may  long  obey  ; 
If  short,  yet  why  should  I  be  sad 
To  soar  to  endless  day  ? 


3^3 


HYMNS  OF  HOPE. 


400. 


3  Christ  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooms 

Than  he  went  through  before  ; 
He  that  into  God's  kingdom  comes, 
Must  enter  by  that  Door. 

4  Come,  Lord,  when  grace  has  made  me  meet 

Thy  blessed  face  to  see ; 
For  if  thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet, 
What  will  thy  glory  be  ! 

5  Then  shall  I  end  my  sad  complaints, 

And  weary,  sinful  days, 
And  join  with  all  triumphant  saints 
Who  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 


6  My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small, 
The  eye  of  faith  is  dim  ; 
But  'tis  enough  that  Christ  knows  all, 
And  I  shall  be  with  him. 


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A-men. 


400 


Revelation 

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xiv.  13. 


Euston  Road.    C.  M. 

H.  Smart. 


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1  TLTEAR  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims 
*-*-     For  all  the  pious  dead  ; 

Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 
And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jesus  and  are  blest; 

How  kind  their  slumbers  are  ! 
From  sufferings  and  from  sin  released, 
And  freed  from  every  snare. 


3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 
They're  present  with  the  Lord ; 
The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 


A-men. 


40i,  402. 


HYMNS  OF  HOPE. 


314 


401       Seeking  a  Country. 

J.  Newton. 


AZMON.      C.  M. 
Gldser.     Arr.  Mason. 


i  \/\7'E  seek  a  rest  beyond  the  skies, 
*  *       In  everlasting  day  ; 
Through  floods  and  flames  the  passage  lies, 
But  Jesus  guards  the  way. 
2  The  swelling  flood,  and  raging  flame, 
Hear  and  obey  his  word  ; 
Then  let  us  triumph  in  his  name, 
Our  Saviour  is  the  Lord. 


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A-men. 


402 


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1    A/T  Y  Saviour,  whom  absent  I  love  ; 
IVl     Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore ; 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 

All  glory,  dominion  and  power, 
Dissolve  thou  the  bands  that  detain 

My  soul  from  her  portion  in  thee, 
Ah  !  strike  off  this  adamant  chain, 

And  make  me  eternally  free. 


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403. 


When  that  happy  era  begins 
When  arrayed  in  thy  glories  I  shine, 

Nor  grieve  any  more  by  my  sins 
The  bosom  on  which  I  recline — 

0  then  shall  the  vail  be  removed, 

And  round  me  thy  brightness  be  poured ; 

1  shall  meet  him,  whom  absent  I  loved, 

I  shall  see,  whom  unseen  I  adored. 


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A-men. 


403 


My  Song  and  City 

6".  Crossman. 


Christ  Church.    H.  M. 

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My  home  whene'er  I  die,  The  centre  of  n 


O  happy  place  !  When  shall  I  be, 
My  God,  with  thee,  To  see  thy  face  ? 


my  bliss ; 


Thy  walls,  sweet  city,  thine,  With  pearls  are  garnished ; 
Thy  gates  with   praises  shine,   Thy  streets  with  gold  are 
spread ; 

O  happy  place  !  When  shall  I  be, 

My  God,  with  thee,  To  see  thy  face  ? 

There  dwells  my  Lord,  my  King,  Judged  here  unfit  to  live ; 
There  angels  to  him  sing,  And  lowly  homage  give: 

O  happy  place !  When  shall  I  be, 

My  Goa,  with  thee,  To  see  thy  face? 


4  Ah  me,  ah  me !  that  I  In  Kedar's  tents  here  stay  ! 
No  place  like  that  on  high  ;  Lord,  thither  guide  my 
way. 
O  happy  place !  When  shall  I  be, 
My  God,  with  thee,  To  see  thy  face  ? 


A-men. 


404, 405- 


HYMNS  OF  HOPE. 


316 


404 


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V  V      Xo  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 
And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 
And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 

May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all : — 

There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest ; 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 

Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


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I   WOULD   NOT  LIVE  ALWAY. 
W.  A.  Muhlenberg. 


Frederick,     iis. 

G.  Kingsley. 


T   WOULD  not  live  alway :  I  ask  not  to  stay 
*■     Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way ; 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here, 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its  cheer. 


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HYMNS  OF  HOPE. 


406. 


2  I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fettered  by  sin, 
Temptation  without,  and  corruption  within  : 
Ev'n  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with  fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent  tears. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway  ;  no — welcome  the  tomb ; 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom 
There,  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise 

To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

4  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God ; 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 

Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  : — 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet ; 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul ! 


A06      Revelation  xxi.  3,  4. 

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-*-      Are  on  their  way  to  heaven ; 
There  they  obtain  their  great  reward ; 
The  prize  will  there  be  given. 

2  'Tis  conflict  here  below  ; 

'Tis  triumph  there,  and  peace : 
On  earth  we  wrestle  with  the  foe ; 
In  heaven  our  conflicts  cease. 


3  'Tis  gloom  and  darkness  here  ; 
'Tis  light  and  joy  above  ; 
There  all  is  pure,  and  all  is  clear ; 
There  all  is  peace  and  love. 


407. 


HYMNS  OF  HOPE. 


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And  ease  succeed  to  care : 
The  victors  there  divide  the  spoil : 
They  sing  and  triumph  there. 

5  Then  let  us  joyful  sing  ; 

The  conflict  is  not  long : 
We  hope  in  heaven  to  praise  our  King 
In  one  eternal  song. 


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A-men. 


407 


Longing  for  Rest. 

F.  W.  Faber. 


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Where  they  that  loved  are  blest? 
CHORUS. —  Where  loyal  hearts  and  true 
Stand  ever  in  the  light, 
All  rapture  through  and  through. 
In  God's  most  holy  sight. 

2  O  Paradise,  O  Paradise! 

The  world  is  growing  old ; 
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'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb? 
There  once  the  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  scattered  all  the  gloom. 

3  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  blessed, 

And  softened  every  bed  ; 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
But  with  the  dying  Head  ? 

4  Thence  he  arose,  ascending  high, 

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Up  to  the  Lord  we  too  shall  fly, 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

5  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

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Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground ! 
Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies ! 


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409,  4io. 


HYMNS  OF  HOPE. 


320 


409 


The  Land  of  Peace. 

H.  W.  Baker. 


HORA  QUIETIS. 
H.  L.  Jenner. 


i  HTHERE  is  a  blessed  home  Beyond  this  land  of  woe, 
-L      Where  trials  never  come,  Nor  tears  of  sorrow  flow  ; 

2  Where  faith  is  lost  in  sight,  And  patient  hope  is  crowned, 
And  everlasting  light  Its  glory  throws  around 


3  There  is  a  land  of  peace  ;  Good  angels  know  it  well ;  = 
Glad  songs  that  never  cease  Within  its  portals  swell.  3 133 


4  Look  up,  ye  saints  of  God  !  Nor  fear  to  tread  below 
The  path  your  Saviour  trod  Of  daily  toil  and  woe. 


A-men. 


AiQ      1  Thessalonians  iv.  17. 

J.  Montgomery. 


Parah.     S.  M. 

L.  Mason. 


i  "pOREVER  with  the  Lord  !  " 
■*-       So,  Jesus,  let  it  be  : 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word ; 
'Tis  immortality. 

2  Here  in  the  body  pent, 

Absent  from  thee  I  roam ; 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent, 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

3  "  Forever  with  the  Lord  ! 

Saviour,  if  'tis  thy  will, 
The  promise  of  that  faithful  word 
E'en  here  to  me  fulfill. 


321 


IIYMXS  OF  HOPE. 


411. 


4  So  when  my  latest  breath 

Shall  rend  the  vail  in  twain, 
By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death, 
And  life  eternal  gain. 

5  Knowing  as  I  am  known, 

How  shall  I  love  that  word, 
And  oft  repeat  before  the  throne, — 
"  Forever  with  the  Lord !  " 


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A-men. 


411 


Numbers  xxiii.  10. 

Unknown  Writer. 


Gorton.    S.  M. 

Front  Beethoven. 


i  r\  FOR  the  death  of  those 
^-^     Who  slumber  in  the  Lord  ! 
O  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 
Like  theirs  my  last  reward  ! 

2  Their  bodies  in  the  ground, 

In  silent  hope  may  lie, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound 
Shall  call  them  to  the  sky. 

3  Their  ransomed  spirits  soar 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love, 

To  meet  the  Saviour  they  adore, 

And  reign  with  him  above. 

4  With  us  their  names  shall  live 

Through  long  succeeding  years, 
Embalmed  with  all  our  hearts  can  give 
Our  praises  and  our  tears. 

5  O  for  the  death  of  those 

Who  slumber  in  the  Lord ! 

O  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 

Like  theirs  my  last  reward  ! 


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A-men. 


412. 


HYMNS  OF  HOPE. 


322 


412 


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F.  B.  P.    About  a.d.  1600. 


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^^  When  shall  I  come  to  thee  ? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 
O  happy  harbor  of  God's  saints  ! 

O  sweet  and  pleasant  soil ! 
In  thee  no  sorrow  can  be  found, 

Nor  grief,  nor  care,  nor  toil. 

2  No  dimming  cloud  o'ershadows  thee, 

Nor  gloom,  nor  darksome  night ; 
But  every  soul  shines  as  the  sun, 

For  God  himself  gives  light. 
Thy  walls  are  made  of  precious  stone, 

Thy  bulwarks  diamond-square, 
Thy  gates  are  all  of  orient  pearl — 

O  God  !  if  I  were  there  ! 


Right  through  thy  streets  with  pleasing  sound 

The  flood  of  life  doth  flow, 
And  on  the  banks,  on  either  side, 

The  trees  of  life  do  grow. 
Those  trees  each  month  yield  ripened  fruit ; 

For  evermore  they  spring, 
And  all  the  nations  of  the  earth 

To  thee  their  honors  bring. 


323 


HYMNS  OF  FELLOWSHIP. 


413. 


There  the  blest  souls  that  hardly  'scaped 

The  snare  of  death  and  hell, 
Triumph  in  joy  eternally, 

Whereof  no  tongue  can  tell. 
O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem ! 

When  shall  I  come  to  thee? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 


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A-men. 


413 


One  Family. 

C.  Wesley. 


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-■— '     With  those  to  glory  gone : 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King, 

In  earth  and  heaven  are  one. 

2  One  family  we  dwell  in  him, 

One  church,  above,  beneath, 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death : — 

3  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  his  command  we  bow ; 
Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

4  Some  to  their  everlasting  home 

This  solemn  moment  fly  ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  soon  expect  to  die. 

5  Lord  Jesus,  be  our  constant  guide  : 

And,  when  the  word  is  given, 
Bid  death's  cold  flood  its  waves  divide, 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven. 


414- 


HYMNS  OF  FELLOWSHIP. 


324 


A 1 4.      The  Foundation  that  is  laid. 

^     ^        S.  J.  Stone. 


Aurelia.     7-6.  D. 
S.  S.  Wesley. 


THE  Church's  one  foundation 
Is  Jesus  Christ  her  Lord  ; 
She  is  his  new  creation 

By  water  and  the  word : 
From  heaven  he  came  and  sought  her, 

To  be  his  holy  bride ; 
With  his  own  blood  he  bought  her, 
And  for  her  life  he  died. 


Elect  from  every  nation, 

Yet  one  o'er  all  the  earth  ; 
Her  charter  of  salvation 

One  Lord,  one  faith,  one  birth ; 
One  holy  name  she  blesses, 

Partakes  one  holy  food, 
And  to  one  hope  she  presses, 

With  every  grace  endued. 


'Mid  toil  and  tribulation 

And  tumult  of  her  war, 
She  waits  the  consummation 

Of  peace  for  evermore  ; 
Till  with  the  vision  glorious 

Her  longing  eyes  are  blest, 
And  the  great  church  victorious 

Shall  be  the  church  at  rest. 


325 


HYMNS  OF  FELLOWSHIP. 


415. 


The  saints  their  watch  are  keeping, 

Their  cry  goes  up,  "  How  long  ?  ' 
And  soon  the  night  of  weeping 

Shall  be  the  morn  of  song. 
O  happy  ones  and  holy ! 

Lord,  give  us  grace,  that  we 
Like  them,  the  meek  and  lowly, 

On  high  may  dwell  with  thee. 


A-men. 


415 


The  Joy  of  the  Earth. 


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*-*-     Where  we  adoring  stand — 
Zion  !  the  glory  of  the  earth, 

And  beauty  of  the  land  ! 

2  Bulwarks  of  grace  defend 

The  city  where  we  dwell : 
The  walls,  of  strong  salvation  made, 
Defy  th'  assaults  of  hell. 

3  Lift  up  th'  eternal  gates, 

The  doors  wide  open  fling  ; 
Enter,  ye  nations  that  obey 
The  statutes  of  our  King. 

4  Here  taste  unmingled  joys ; 

Here  live  in  perfect  peace ; 
You  who  have  known  Jehovah's  name, 
And  ventured  on  his  grace. 

5  Trust  in  the  Lord  ;  O  trust, 

And  banish  all  your  fears : 
Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells, 
Eternal  as  his  years. 


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4i6. 


HYMNS  OF  FELLOWSHIP. 


326 


4l6 


Thanks  for  all  Saints. 
w.  W.  How. 


Salisbury.     10,10,10,8. 

J.  Barnby. 


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Who  thee  by  faith  before  the  world  confessed, 
Thy  name,  O  Jesus,  be  forever  blest. 
Hallelujah !  Hallelujah ! 

2  Thou  wast  their  Rock,  their  Fortress  and  their  Might ; 
Thou,  Lord,  their  Captain  in  the  well-fought  fight ; 
Thou,  in  the  darkness  drear,  their  one  true  Light. 

Hallelujah !  Hallelujah ! 

3  O  blest  communion  !  fellowship  divine  ! 
We  feebly  struggle  ;  they  in  glory  shine ; 
Yet  all  are  one  in  thee,  for  all  are  thine. 

Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 

4  The  golden  evening  brightens  in  the  west ; 
Soon,  soon,  to  faithful  warriors  comes  the  rest ; 
Sweet  is  the  calm  of  Paradise  the  blest. 

Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 

5  But  lo,  there  breaks  a  yet  more  glorious  day ; 
The  saints  triumphant  rise  in  bright  array ; 
The  King  of  Glory  passes  on  his  way. 

Hallelujah !  Hallelujah  ! 

From   earth's   wide   bounds,   from    ocean's   farthest 

coast, 
Through  gates  of  pearl  streams  in  the  countless  host, 
Singing  to  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Hallelujah !  Hallelujah ! 


327 


HYMNS  OF  FELLOWSHIP. 


417. 


417 


Gustavus  Adolphus'  Hymn. 

Tr.  C.  Witikworth. 


Ganges.     C.  P.  M. 

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Who  madly  seeks  your  overthrow ; 
Dread  not  his  rage  and  power : 
What  though  your  courage  sometimes  faints ! 
This  seeming  triumph  o'er  God's  saints 
Lasts  but  a  little  hour. 


Fear  not!  be  strong  !  your  cause  belongs 
To  him  who  can  avenge  your  wrongs : 

Leave  all  to  him,  your  Lord : 
Though  hidden  yet  from  mortal  eyes, 
Salvation  shall  for  you  arise : 

He  girdeth  on  his  sword ! 

As  sure  as  God's  own  promise  stands, 
Not  earth  nor  hell,  with  all  their  bands, 

Against  us  shall  prevail : 
The  Lord  shall  mock  them  from  his  throne 
God  is  with  us,  we  are  his  own ; 

Our  victory  can  not  fail ! 

Amen  !  Lord  Jesus,  grant  our  prayer: 
Great  Captain,  now  thine  arm  make  bare 

Thy  church  with  strength  defend : 
So  shall  all  saints  and  martyrs  raise 
A  joyful  chorus  to  thy  praise, 

Through  ages  without  end ! 


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A-men. 


4i8. 


HYMNS  OF  FELLOWSHIP. 


328 


418 


The  Bond  of  Peace. 

R.  Massie. 


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This  lesson  from  above, 
That  all  our  works  are  nothing  worth, 

Unless  they  spring  from  love ; 
Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  on  high, 

And  pour  in  every  heart 
Thy  precious  gift  of  charity, 
And  peace  and  joy  impart. 

The  healing  balm,  the  holy  oil, 

Which  calms  the  waves  of  strife  ; 
The  drop  which  sweetens  every  toil, 

The  breath  of  our  new  life. 
Without  this  blessed  bond  of  peace 

God  counts  the  living  dead, 
O  heavenly  Father,  grant  us  this 

Through  Christ,  the  living  Head ! 


Heal  our  divisions,  banish  hate 

From  lips  that  should  speak  peace ; 
Let  jealousy  and  strife  abate, 

And  only  love  increase. 
Thus  shall  we  to  our  sacred  name 

Our  title  clearly  prove, 
While  ev'n  our  enemies  exclaim, 

"  See  how  these  Christians  love !  " 


A-men. 


329 


HYMNS  OF  FELLOWSHIP. 


419. 


a  j  q      The  Head-Stone  of  the  Corner. 

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Chosen  of  the  Lord,  and  precious, 

Binding  all  the  Church  in  one  ; 
Holy  Zion's  help  for  ever, 

And  her  confidence  alone. 


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All  that  dedicated  city, 

Dearly  loved  of  God  on  high, 
In  exultant  jubilation 

Pours  perpetual  melody ; 
God  the  One  in  Three  adoring 

In  glad  hymns  eternally. 

To  this  temple  where  we  call  thee, 
Come,  O  Lord  of  hosts,  to-day : 

With  thy  wonted  loving-kindness 
Hear  thy  servants  as  they  pray, 

And  thy  fullest  benediction 
Shed  within  its  walls  alway. 

Here  vouchsafe  to  all  thy  servants 
What  they  ask  of  thee  to  gain, 

What  they  gain  from  thee  forever 
With  the  blessed  to  retain, 

And  hereafter  in  thy  glory 
Evermore  with  thee  to  reign. 


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A-men. 


420. 


HYMNS  OF  FELLOWSHIP. 


330 


420 


"  The  Glorious  Army." 

Reginald  Heber. 

-I 1*. 1- 


Ellacombe.    C.  M.  D. 

German. 


THE  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war, 
A  kingly  crown  to  gain  : 
His  blood-red  banner  streams  afar ; 

Who  follows  in  his  train  ? 
Who  best  can  drink  his  cup  of  woe 

Triumphant  over  pain, 
Who  patient  bears  his  cross  below, — 
He  follows  in  his  train. 


The  martyr  first,  whose  eagle  eye 

Could  pierce  beyond  the  grave, 
Who  saw  his  Master  in  the  sky, 

And  called  on  him  to  save. 
Like  him,  with  pardon  on  his  tongue, 

In  midst  of  mortal  pain, 
He  prayed  for  them  that  did  the  wrong ; 

Who  follows  in  his  train? 


A  glorious  band,  the  chosen  few, 

On  whom  the  Spirit  came, 
Twelve  valiant  saints,  their  hope  they  knew, 

And  mocked  the  cross  and  flame. 
They  met  the  tyrant's  brandished  steel, 

The  lion's  gory  mane, 
They  bowed  their  necks,  the  death  to  feel ; 

Who  follows  in  their  train  ? 


33* 


HYMNS  OF  FELLOWSHIP. 


421. 


A  noble  army,  men  and  boys, 

The  matron  and  the  maid, 
Around  the  Saviour's  throne  rejoice 

In  robes  of  light  arrayed. 
They  climbed  the  steep  ascent  of  heaven 

Through  peril,  toil,  and  pain : 
O  God,  to  us  may  grace  be  given 

To  follow  in  their  train. 


-i — 1- 


1 


A-men. 


421 


"Blest  be  the  Tie. 

J.  Fawcett. 


Olmutz.     S.  M. 

Gregorian.    Arr.  Mason. 


ippsiilp^feii 


1  "D  LEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 

*-*     Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  ; 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 


4  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

5  From  sorrow,  toil  and  pain, 

And  sin,  we  shall  be  free, 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 


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A-men, 


422,  423. 


HYMNS  OF  FELLOWSHIP. 


332 


422      ^he  Kingdom  unmoved. 

A.  C.  Coxe. 


Mear.    C.  M. 

A.  Williams. 
J-h-4- 


-- -Lr— u^=*t 1 i  '  i  'r 


WHERE  are  kings  and  empires  now, 
Of  old  that  went  and  came  ? 
But,  Lord,  thy  church  is  praying  yet, 
A  thousand  years  the  same. 


O 


2  We  mark  her  goodly  battlements, 

And  her  foundations  strong ; 
We  hear  within  the  solemn  voice 
Of  her  unending  song. 

3  For  not  like  kingdoms  of  the  world 

Thy  holy  church,  O  God ! 
Though  earthquake  shocks  are  threatening  her, 
And  tempests  are  abroad  ; 

4  Unshaken  as  eternal  hills, 

Immovable  she  stands, 
A  mountain  that  shall  fill  the  earth, 
A  house  not  made  with  hands. 


A-men. 


423 


The  Cloud  of  Witnesses 

/.  Watts. 

I 


London.    C.  M. 

J.  Play/ord. 


r^  I VE  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 
^-^     Within  the  vail,  and  see 
The  saints  above — how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be  ! 

I  ask  them  whence  their  victory  came ; 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 

Their  triumph  to  his  death. 


333 


HYMNS  OF  FELLOWSHIP. 


424,  425. 


3  They  marked  the  footsteps  that  he  trod,- 

His  zeal  inspired  their  breast ; — 
And,  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the  promised  rest. 

4  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise 

For  his  own  pattern  given, 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 


A-men. 


424 


The  Unity  of  the  Spirit. 

C.  Coffin.     Tr.  J.  Chandler. 


Bowdoin  Square.    C.  M. 

A  bbe  Vogler. 


i   r\  HOLY  SPIRIT,  Lord  of  grace, 
^-^      Eternal  fount  of  love, 
Inflame,  we  pray,  our  inmost  hearts 
With  fire  from  heaven  above. 

2  As  thou  in  bond  of  love  dost  join 
The  Father  and  the  Son, 
So  fill  us  all  with  mutual  love, 
And  knit  our  hearts  in  one. 


A-men. 


The  Martyrs. 

Moravian. 


Nottingham.     CM. 

J.  Clarke. 


1  /^LORY  to  God  !  whose  witness-train, 
^-^     Those  heroes  bold  in  faith, 

Could  smile  on  poverty  and  pain, 
And  triumph  even  in  death. 

2  O,  may  that  faith  our  hearts  sustain, 

Wherein  they  fearless  stood, 
When,  in  the  power  of  cruel  men, 
They  poured  their  willing  blood. 


426. 


HYMNS  OF  FELLOWSHIP, 


334 


425. 


CONTINUED. 

-I-L 


3  God,  whom  we  serve,  our  God,  can  save, 

Can  damp  the  scorching  flame, 
Can  build  an  ark,  can  smooth  the  wave, 
For  such  as  love  his  name. 

4  Lord  !  if  thine  arm  support  us  still 

With  its  eternal  strength, 
We  shall  o'ercome  the  mightiest  ill, 
And  conquerors  prove  at  length. 


:#: 


A-men, 


426 


The  Saints. 

R.  Mant. 


St.  Thomas.     S.  M. 

A.  Williams. 


1  "COR  all  thy  saints,  O  God, 

■*■       Who  strove  in  Christ  to  live, 
Who  followed  him,  obeyed,  adored, 
Our  grateful  hymn  receive. 

2  For  all  thy  saints,  O  God, 

Accept  our  thankful  cry, 
Who  counted  Christ  their  great  reward, 
And  yearned  for  him  to  die 

3  They  all,  in  life  and  death, 

With  him,  their  Lord,  in  view, 
Learned  from  thy  Holy  Spirit's  breath 
To  suffer  and  to  do. 

4  For  this,  thy  name  we  bless, 

And  humbly  pray  that  we 
May  follow  them  in  holiness, 
And  live  and  die  in  thee. 


335 


HYMNS  OF  FELLOWSHIP. 


427,  428. 


427 


The  Communion  of  Saints. 

C.  Wesley. 


Southwell.    CM. 

H.  S.  Irons. 


1  TLJAPPY  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined, 
f-*-     And  saved  by  grace  alone ; 
Walking  in  all  his  ways,  they  find 

Their  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  The  church  triumphant  in  thy  love, — 

Their  mighty  joys  we  know  : 
They  sing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above, 
And  we  in  hymns  below. 

3  Thee,  in  thy  glorious  realm,  they  praise, 

And  bow  before  thy  throne : 
We  in  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace  ; — 
The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 

4  The  holy  to  the  holiest  leads ; 

From  thence  our  spirits  rise ; 
And  he  that  in  thy  statutes  treads 
Shall  meet  thee  in  the  skies. 


A-men. 


428       Romans  viii.  18. 

H.  W.  Baker. 


Eastnor.     S.  M. 

A.King. 


1    •    ■  T 
WHAT,  if  we  are  Christ's, 
Is  earthly  shame  or  loss? 
Bright  shall  the  crown  of  glory  be, 
When  we  have  borne  the  cross. 

Keen  was  the  trial  once, 

Bitter  the  cup  of  woe, 
When  martyred  saints,  baptized  in  blood, 

Christ's  sufferings  shared  below. 


429. 


HYMNS  OF  FELLOWSHIP. 


336 


428.       CONTINUED. 


EASTNOR. 


3  Bright  is  their  glory  now, 

Boundless  their  joy  above, 
Where,  on  the  bosom  of  their  God, 
They  rest  in  perfect  love. 

4  Lord,  may  that  grace  be  ours, 

Like  them  in  faith  to  bear 
All  that  of  sorrow,  grief,  or  pain 
May  be  our  portion  here. 


A-men. 


429 


Love  of  the  Brethren. 

y.  Montgomery. 

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PEOPLE  of  the  living  God  ! 
I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found : 
Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, 
Turns, — a  fugitive  unblest ; 
Brethren !  where  your  altar  burns, 
O  receive  me  into  rest. 


Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave, 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 

Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave ; 
Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore, 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine : 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more, 

Every  idol  I  resign. 


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337 


HYMNS  OF  FELLOWSHIP. 


430,  431. 


The  Church's  Defense 

P.  Pusey.  Transl. 


Flemming. 


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TORD  of  our  life,  and  God  of  our  salvation, 
-*— '     Star  of  our  night,  and  hope  of  every  nation, 
Hear  and  receive  thy  church's  supplication, 
Lord  God  Almighty. 

See  round  thine  ark  the  hungry  billows  curling, 
See  how  thy  foes  their  banners  are  unfurling ; 
Lord,  while  their  darts  envenomed  they  are  hurling, 
Thou  canst  preserve  us. 

Lord,  thou  canst  help  when  earthly  armor  faileth, 
Lord,  thou  canst  save  when  deadly  sin  assaileth, 
Lord,  o'er  thy  Rock  nor  death  nor  hell  prevaileth, 
Grant  us  thy  peace,  Lord. 


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A -men. 


43i 


The  Mercy-Seat. 

H.  Stowell. 


Retreat.    L.  M. 

T.  Hastings. 


P^i^pi 


V  —  -    - — "  '\  v  "U   'I 
"PROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat; 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads, — 
A  place,  than  all  besides  more  sweet ; 
It  is  the-  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 


432. 


HYMNS  OF  FELLOWSHIP. 


338 


CONTINUED. 


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M^^^^m. 


3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend  ■ 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat ! 

4.  There,  there,  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  sense  and  sin  molest  no  more, 
And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat ! 

The  Day  approaching.  Hullah.     7-6 


A-men. 


W^»» 


J.  Hullah. 


:m-mz 


AND  is  the  time  approaching, 
By  prophets  long  foretold, 
When  all  shall  dwell  together 

One  Shepherd  and  one  fold  ? 
Shall  Jew  and  Gentile  meeting 

From  many  a  distant  shore, 
Around  one  altar  kneeling, 

One  common  Lord  adore  ? 
Shall  all  that  now  divides  us 

Remove  and  pass  away, 
Like  shadows  of  the  morning 

Before  the  blaze  of  day  ? 
Shall  all  that  now  unites  us 

More  sweet  and  lasting  prove, 
A  closer  bond  of  union 

In  a  blest  land  of  love  ? 


I 


339 


HYMNS  OF  FELLOWSHIP. 


433,  434- 


O  long-expected  dawning, 

Come  with  thy  cheering  ray ! 
When  shall  the  morning  brighten, 

The  shadows  flee  away  ? 
O  sweet  anticipation ! 

It  cheers  the  watchers  on, 
To  pray  and  hope  and  labor 

Till  the  dark  night  be  gone. 


A-men. 


433 


Matthew  xix.  14. 

P.  Doddridge. 


Bethlehem.     C  M. 

W.  Arnold. 

ft. 


i    CEE  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand, 
^     With  all-engaging  charms ; 
Hark !  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms  i 

2  "  Permit  them  to  approach,"  he  cries, 

"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name  ; 
It  was  to  bless  such  souls  as  these 
The  Lord  of  angels  came."  • 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  with  fervent  prayer, 

And  yield  them  up  to  thee ; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be  ! 


A-men. 


Acts  ii.  39 

/.  Watts. 


FULBERT.      C.  M. 
H.  y.  Gaunt lett. 


T1JOW  large  the  promise,  how  divine, 
■*-  -*-     To  Abraham  and  his  seed  ! 
"  I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
Supplying  all  their  need." 


435- 


HYMNS  OF  FELLOWSHIP. 


340 


434- 


CONTINUED. 


FULBERT. 


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2  The  words  of  his  extensive  love 

From  age  to  age  endure ; 
The  angel  of  the  covenant  proves, 
And  seals  the  blessing  sure. 

3  Jesus  the  ancient  faith  confirms, 

To  our  great  fathers  given  ; 
He  takes  young  children  to  his  arms, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven. 

4  Our  God,  how  faithful  are  his  ways ! 

His  love  endures  the  same ; 
Nor  from  the  promise  of  his  grace, 
Blots  out  the  children's  name. 


A-men. 


435 


The  happy  Home 

Unknown  Writer. 
I.     1      1.     I 


Beatitude.     C.  M. 

J.  B.  Dykes. 

1      r.       In     fi        II.     J 


1  TT APPY  the  home,  when  God  is  there, 
-I~l      And  love  fills  every  breast ! 

Where  one  their  wish,  and  one  their  prayer, 
And  one  their  heavenly  rest. 

2  Happy  the  home  where  Jesus'  name 

Is  sweet  to  every  ear ; 
Where  children  early  lisp  his  fame, 
And  parents  hold  him  dear. 

3  Happy  the  home  where  prayer  is  heard, 

And  praise  is  wont  to  rise ; 
Where  parents  love  the  sacred  word, 
And  live  but  for  the  skies. 


34i 


HYMNS  FOR    THE  LORD'S  DAY. 


436,  437. 


4  Lord,  let  us  in  our  homes  agree 
This  blessed  peace  to  gain  ; 
Unite  our  hearts  in  love  to  thee, 
And  love  to  all  will  reign. 


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436 


The  Day  of  Rest 

J.  Mason. 

1.J.JJ1 


A-men. 

Armagh.     C.  M. 

J.  Turle. 


"DLEST  day  of  God  !  most  calm,  most  bright, 
*^     The  first,  the  best  of  days, 
The  laborer's  rest,  the  saint's  delight, 
The  day  of  prayer  and  praise. 

My  Saviour's  face  made  thee  to  shine ; 

tlis  rising  thee  did  raise, 
And  made  thee  heavenly  and  divine 

Beyond  all  other  days. 

The  first-fruits  oft  a  blessing  prove 

To  all  the  sheaves  behind ; 
And  they  the  day  of  Christ  who  love, 

A  happy  week  shall  find. 

This  day  I  must  with  God  appear ; 

For,  Lord,  the  day  is  thine ; 
Help  me  to  spend  it  in  thy  fear, 

Then  shall  the  dav  be  mine. 


A-men. 


437 


The  First  Day. 

J.  Ellerton. 


Steggall.     S.  M. 

C.  Steggall. 
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i  HTHIS  is  the  day  of  Light ! 
-*■      Let  there  be  light  to-day  ! 
O  Dayspring,  rise  upon  our  night, 
And  chase  its  gloom  away. 


438. 


HYMNS  OF  DELIGHT  IN 


342 


437.       CONTINUED. 


STEGGALL. 


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2  This  is  the  day  of  Rest ! 

Our  failing  strength  renew ; 
On  weary  brain  and  troubled  breast 
Shed  thou  thy  freshening  dew. 

3  This  is  the  day  of  Peace ! 

Thy  peace  our  spirits  fill ! 
Bid  thou  the  blasts  of  discord  cease, 
The  waves  of  strife  be  still. 

4  This  is  the  First  of  days  ! 

Send  forth  thy  quickening  breath, 
And  wake  dead  souls  to  love  and  praise, 
O  Vanquisher  of  Death  ! 


A-men. 


Lord's  Day  Worship. 

C.  Wordsworth. 


AURELIA.      7-6.    D. 
S.  S.  Wesley. 


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r\  DAY  of  rest  and  gladness  ! 
^-^     O  day  of  joy  and  light ! 
O  balm  of  care  and  sadness, 

Most  beautiful,  most  bright ! 
On  thee,  the  high  and  lowly, 

Bending  before  the  throne, 
Sing,  Holy,  Holy,  Holy, 

To  the  Great  Three  in  One ! 


343 


THE  LORD'S  DAY. 


439- 


On  thee,  at  the  creation, 

The  light  first  had  its  birth ; 
On  thee,  for  our  salvation, 

Christ  rose  from  depths  of  earth  ; 
On  thee,  our  Lord,  victorious, 

The  Spirit  sent  from  Heaven, 
And  thus  on  thee,  most  glorious, 

A  triple  light  was  given. 

To-day  on  weary  nations 

The  heavenly  manna  falls  ; 
To  holy  convocations 

The  silver  trumpet  calls, 
Where  gospel  light  is  glowing 

With  pure  and  radiant  beams, 
And  living  water  flowing 

With  soul-refreshing  streams. 


New  graces  ever  gaining 

From  this  our  day  of  rest, 
We  reach  the  rest  remaining 

To  spirits  of  the  blest : 
To  Holy  Ghost  be  praises, 

To  Father  and  to  Son  ; 
The  Church  her  voice  upraises 

To  thee,  blest  Three  in  One. 


A-men. 


439    ) 


The  Day  of  Rest. 

Watts. 


LANGTON.       S.  M. 
Arr.  C.  Str eat  field. 


HPf^Pgil 


1  'i    i 


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1  VyELC0ME'  sweet  day  of  rest, 
*  *       That  saw  the  Lord  arise, 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 


440. 


HYMNS  OF  DELIGHT  IN 


344 


CONTINUED. 

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2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to  day ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day,  amid  the  place 

Where  God,  my  God,  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days, 
Within  the  tents  of  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay, 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 


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A-men. 


aaq      The  Day  of  Rest 

^  J.  Newton. 


SAFELY  through  another  week, 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way ; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day  : 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 

Show  thy  reconciling  face — 
Take  away  our  sin  and  shame ; 

From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, — 

May  we  rest  this  day  in  thee. 


345 


THE  LORHS  DA  Y. 


441. 


Here  we  come  thy  name  to  praise ; 

Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near : 
May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 

While  we  in  thy  house  appear : 
Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  rest. 

May  the  gospel's  joyful  sound 
Wake  our  minds  to  raptures  new ; 

Let  thy  victories  abound, — 
Unrepenting  souls  subdue : 

Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 

Till  we  rest  with  thee  above. 


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A-men. 


441 


The  Sabbath. 

J.  Stennet. 


Elparan.    L.  M. 

Schultz. 


i     A  NOTHER  six  days'  work  is  done  ; 
■**•     Another  Sabbath  is  begun  ; 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest ; 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  hath  blessed. 

2  O  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies  ; 
And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose, 
Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows ! 


24 


This  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast, 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains  ; 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 
In  holy  pleasures,  pass  away  ; 
How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end ! 


^W 


A-men. 


442. 


HYMNS  OF  DELIGHT  IN 


346 


AA2       *SA*  *"•  ?*     Matth.  xiii.  16. 
^^  I.  Watts. 


Furth.     S.  M.  D. 

M.  Haydn. 


TJOW  beauteous  are  their  feet, 

*-*•     Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill, 

Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 

And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 
How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 

How  sweet  the  tidings  are ! 
"  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour,  King ; 
|:  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here."  :|| 


2  How  happy  are  our  ears, 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 

And  sought,  but  never  found  ! 
How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 

That  see  this  heavenly  light ! 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
|:  But  died  without  the  sight.  :|| 

3  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 

And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 
The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad ; 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 
[:  Their  Saviour,  and  their  God.  :|| 


*=g= 


A-men. 


347 


THE  LORD'S  HOUSE. 


443- 


443 


Isaiah  lx.  i. 

P.  Doddridge. 


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M.  Haydn. 

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OZION,  tune  thy 


voice 
And  raise  thy  hands  on  high ; 
Tell  all  the  earth  thy  joys, 
And  boast  salvation  nigh  : 
Cheerful  in  God,  While  rays  divine 

Arise  and  shine,  Stream  all  abroad. 


2  He  gilds  thy  mourning  face 
With  beams  that  cannot  fade 
His  all-resplendent  grace 
He  pours  around  thy  head ; 


The  nations  round 
Thy  form  shall  view, 


With  luster  new 
Divinely  crowned. 


3  In  honor  to  his  name 

Reflect  that  sacred  light : 
And  loud  that  grace  proclaim, 
Which  makes  thy  darkness  bright : 


Pursue  his  praise 
Till  sovereign  love, 


In  worlds  above, 
The  glory  raise. 


4  There  on  his  holy  hill 

A  brighter  Sun  shall  rise, 
And  with  his  radiance  fill 
Those  fairer,  purer  skies  ; 


While  round  his  throne 
Ten  thousand  stars, 


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In  nobler  spheres,     |^=r^B 
His  influence  own. 


A-men. 


444- 


HYMNS  OF  JOY  IN 


348 


444 


"  Come  over  and  help  us." 

R.  Heber. 


Missionary  Hymn.    7-6.  D. 

L.  Mason. 


i   Tj^ROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
-*       From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains, 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile : 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown ; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone  ! 


3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted, 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation,  O  salvation ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  each  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 


349 


THE    TRIUMPH  OF   THE  CHURCH. 


445« 


Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 


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A-men. 


A  AC      Isaiah  Hi.  1-3. 

^^*>        p.  Doddridge. 


Moscow.    L.  M. 

Russian. 


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i  "TRIUMPHANT  Zion  !  lift  thy  head 

J-      From  dust,  and  darkness,  and  the  dead ! 
Though  humbled  long — awake  at  length, 
And  gird  thee  with  thy  Saviour's  strength  ! 

2  Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 
And  let  thy  excellence  be  known : 
Decked  in  the  robes  of  righteousness, 
The  world  thy  glories  shall  confess. 

3  No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade, 
And  fill  thy  hallowed  walls  with  dread : 
No  more  shall  hell's  insulting  host 
Their  victory  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 

4  God,  from  on  high,  has  heard  thy  prayer  ; 
His  hand  thy  ruins  shall  repair : 
Nor  will  thy  watchful  Monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 


A-men. 


446. 


HYMNS  OF  JOY  IN 


350 


446 


Glory  of  Zion. 

J.  Newton. 


Vienna.    8-7.  D. 

y.  Haydn. 


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/^LORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

^^     Zion,  city  of  our  God  ; 

He  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 

Formed  thee  for  his  own  abode ; 
On  the  rock  of  ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 

Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

See,  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove  : 
Who  can  faint,  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  thy  thirst  t'  assuage  ? 
Grace,  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 


Round  each  habitation  hovering, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear ! 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near : — 
He  who  gives  them  daily  manna, 

He  who  listens  when  they  cry, — 
Let  him  hear  the  loud  hosanna 

Rising  to  his  throne  on  high. 


A-nien. 


35i 


THE    TRIUMPH  OF   THE   CHURCH. 


447,  448. 


447 


Isaiah  lx.  15-20. 

W.  Cowper. 


Bethabara.     8-7.  D. 

H.  Smart. 


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1  "LT  EAR  what  God  the  Lord  hath  spoken  : 
*-*■     "O  my  people,  faint  and  few, 
Comfortless,  afflicted,  broken, — 

Fair  abodes  I  build  for  you : 
Scenes  of  heartfelt  tribulation 

Shall  no  more  perplex  your  ways ; 
You  shall  name  your  walls — Salvation, — 

And  your  gates  shall  all  be  Praise. 

2  "  Ye  no  more  your  suns  descending, 

Waning  moons  no  more  shall  see ; 
But,  your  griefs  forever  ending, 

Find  eternal  noon  in  me : 
God  will  rise,  and  shining  o'er  you, 

Change  to  day  the  gloom  of  night ; 
He,  the  Lord,  will  be  your  glory, — 

God  your  everlasting  light." 


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A-men. 


The  New  Earth 


Thanksgiving.     L.  M. 

y.  B.  Dykes. 


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1    17 ROM  day  to  day,  before  our  eyes, 
-^       Grows  and  extends  the  work  begun ; 
When  shall  the  new  creation  rise 
O'er  every  land  beneath  the  sun? 


449- 


HYMNS  OF  JOY  IN 


352 


448.      CONTINUED. 


THANKSGIVING. 


449 


2  When,  in  the  sabbath  of  his  love, 

Shall  God  from  all  his  labors  rest ; 
And  bending  from  his  throne  above, 
Again  pronounce  his  creatures  blest? 

3  As  sang  the  morning  stars  of  old, 

Shouted  the  sons  of  God  for  joy  ; 
His  widening  reign  while  we  behold, 

Let  praise  and  power  our  tongues  employ ; 

4  Till  the  redeemed  in  every  clime, 

Yea,  all  that  breathe,  and  move,  and  live, 
To  Christ,  through  every  age  of  time, 
The  kingdom,  power,  and  glory  give. 

Waiting  in  Faith. 

J.  M.  Neale. 
I 


A-men. 


;  in  Faith.  Dunstan.     C.  M. 

lie.  J.  Hay. 


W 


1  ' " ' — ■  ■  M  "' "  1 1 

E  wait  in  faith,  in  prayer  we  wait, 
Until  the  happy  hour 
When  God  shall  ope  the  morning  gate, 
By  his  almighty  power. 

2  We  wait  in  faith,  and  turn  our  face 

To  where  the  daylight  springs ; 
Till  he  shall  come  earth's  gloom  to  chase, 
With  healing  on  his  wings. 

3  And  even  now,  amid  the  gray, 

The  east  is  brightening  fast, 
And  kindling  to  that  perfect  day 
Which  never  shall  be  past. 


353 


THE    TRIUMPH  OF   THE   CHURCH. 


450. 


4  We  wait  in  faith,  we  wait  in  prayer, 

Till  that  blest  day  shall  shine, 
When  earth  shall  fruits  of  Eden  bear, 
And  all,  0  God,  be  thine! 

5  O  guide  us  till  our  night  is  done ! 

Until,  from  shore  to  shore, 
Thou,  Lord,  our  everlasting  sun, 
Art  shining  evermore ! 


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■$2=X 


A-men. 


Isaiah  Hi.  1-10, 

J.  Montgomery. 


Hermon.     C.  M. 
L.  Mason. 


pvAUGHTER  of  Zion!  from  the  dust 
^     Exalt  thy  fallen  head  ; 
Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust : 
He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 

Awake,  awake !  put  on  thy  strength, 

Thy  beautiful  array ; 
The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, 

The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

Rebuild  thy  walls,  thy  bounds  enlarge, 

And  send  thy  heralds  forth ; 
Say  to  the  south,  "  Give  up  thy  charge," 

And  keep  not  back,  O  north ! 

They  come,  they  come  ! — thine  exiled  bands, 

Where'er  they  rest  or  roam, 
Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 

And  hasten  to  their  home. 

Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  burn, 

And  God  his  works  destroy, 
With  songs  thy  ransomed  shall  return, 

And  everlasting  joy. 


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A-men. 


45i,  452. 


HYMNS  OF  JOY  IN 


354 


4^1       Good  Tidings  to  Zion 

^°  T.  Kelly. 


ZlON.      8-7-4. 
T.  Hastings. 


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1  (^)N  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 
^^     Lo !  the  sacred  herald  stands, 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing — 

Zion,  long  in  hostile  lands : 
I :  Mourning  captive,  God  himself  will  loose  thy  bands.  :|| 

2  God,  thy  God,  wTill  now  restore  thee; 

•  He  himself  appears  thy  friend  ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee ; 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end : 
|| :  Great  deliverance  Zion's  King  will  surely  send.  :|| 

3  Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  thee ; 

All  thy  warfare  now  is  past; 
God  thy  Saviour  will  defend  thee ; 
Victory  is  thine  at  last : 
||:  All  thy  conflicts  End  in  everlasting  rest.  :|| 


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A-men. 


Light  of  Zion 


Ames.    L.  M. 

S.  Neukotnm. 


npHOUGH  now  the  nations  sit  beneath 
-■-     The  darkness  of  o'erspreading  death ; 
God  will  arise  with  light  divine, 
On  Zion's  holy  towers  to  shine. 


355 


THE    TRIUMPH  OF   THE   CHURCH 


453- 


2  That  light  shall  shine  on  distant  lands, 
And  wandering  tribes,  in  joyful  bands, 
Shall  come,  thy  glory,  Lord,  to  see, 
And  in  thy  courts  to  worship  thee. 

3  O  light  of  Zion,  now  arise  ! 

Let  the  glad  morning  bless  our  eyes ! 
Ye  nations,  catch  the  kindling  ray, 
And  hail  the  splendors  of  the  day. 


HP 

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A-men. 


453 


Ezekiel  xlvii.  I-I2. 
T.  Kelly. 


Ezekiel.    8-7-4. 

J.  H.  Willcox. 


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1  C  EE,  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain, 
^     Streams  of  living  water  flow  ; 
God  has  opened  there  a  fountain 

That  supplies  the  world  below  : 
|:  They  are  blessed  :|  Who  its  sovereign  virtues  know. 

2  Through  ten  thousand  channels  flowing, 

Streams  of  mercy  find  their  way ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  joy  bestowing, 
Waking  beauty  from  decay : 
|| :  O  ye  nations,  :[  Hail  the  long-expected  day. 

3  Gladdened  by  the  flowing  treasure, 

All-enriching  as  it  goes, 
Lo !  the  desert  smiles  with  pleasure, 
Buds  and  blossoms  as  the  rose : 
||:  Lo,  the  desert  :||  Sings  for  joy  where'er  it  flows. 


454- 


HYMNS  OF  JOY  IN 


356 


454 


Revelation  xxi.  1-4. 

/.  Watts. 


NORTHFIELD.      C.  M. 
Ingalls. 


E6zf?=:*E 


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7  he  third  line  of each  stanza  is  repeated  in  the  doss,  and  the  fourth  line  in  the  treble.    In  the 
other  parts  there  is  no  repetition. 

i    T  O,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 
■*— '     To  our  believing  eyes ! 
The  earth  and  seas  are  passed  away, 
And  the  old  rolling  skies. 

2  From  the  third  heaven,  where  God  resides, 

That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  new  Jerusalem  comes  down, 
Adorned  with  shining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  shout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  sing, — 
"  Mortals,  behold  the  sacred  seat 
Of  your  descending  King. 

4  "  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

Removes  his  blest  abode ; 
Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace, 
And  he  the  loving  God. 

5  "  His  own  kind  hand  shall  wipe  the  tears 

From  every  weeping  eye  ; 
And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears, 
And  death  itself,  shall  die." 

6  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  O  how  long 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  swifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 


357 


THE    TRIUMPH  OF   THE   CHURCH. 


455,  456. 


iieq      Isaiah  xlix.  15,16. 

H  °°        Mrs.  Steele. 


Nottingham.     CM. 

J.  Clarke. 


i    A    MOTHER  may  forgetful  be, 
■**•     For  human  love  is  frail ; 
But  thy  Creator's  love  to  thee, 
O  Zion,  cannot  fail. 

2  No,  thy  dear  name  engraven  stands, 

In  characters  of  love, 
On  thy  almighty  Father's  hands, 
And  never  shall  remove. 

3  Before  his  ever-watchful  eye 

Thy  mournful  state  appears, 
And  every  groan,  and  every  sigh, 
Divine  compassion  hears. 

4  O  Zion,  learn  to  doubt  no  more, 

Be  every  fear  suppressed  ; 
Unchanging  truth,  and  love,  and  power 
Dwell  in  thy  Saviour's  breast. 


A-men. 


AKS      Micah  iv.  1-5. 

^  J  M.  Bruce. 


Bedford.     C.  M. 

W.  Wheall. 
I 


1  T  N  latter  days,  the  mount  of  God 
•■■     O'er  mountain  tops  shall  rise  ; 
Shall  be  exalted  o'er  the  hills, 

And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 

2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round. 

All  tribes  and  tongues,  shall  flow ; 
"  Up  to  the  hill  of  God,"  they  say, 
"  And  to  his  house  we'll  go." 


457- 


HYMNS  OF  DESIRE  FOR 


358 


456.      CONTINUED. 


BEDFORD. 


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3  The  beams  that  shine  on  Zion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  every  land  ; 
The  King  who  reigns  in  Zion's  towers 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 

4  The  nations,  by  his  justice  blest, 

Shall  give  their  battles  o'er ; 
To  plough-shares  they  shall  beat  their  swords, 
And  learn  to  war  no  more. 


5  Come,  then — O  come  from  every  land, 
To  worship  at  his  shrine ; 
And,  walking  in  the  light  of  God, 
With  holy  beauty  shine. 


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A-men. 


AK*7      Jubilee. 

^^  '         C.  Wesley. 


Lenox.    H.  M. 

y.  Edson. 

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1  T)  LOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow,  The  gladly  solemn  sound  ; 
-L*     Let  all  the  nations  know,  To  earth's  remotest  bound, 

|| :  The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ;  :|| 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God,  The  sin-atoning  Lamb ; 
Redemption  by  his  blood,  Through  every  land  proclaim 

|| :  The  year  of  jubilee  is  come;  :[ 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 


359  THE   SALVATION  OF  MEN.  458. 

3  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell,  Your  liberty  receive, 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell,  And  blest  in  Jesus  live: 

[ :  The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ;  :[ 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

4  The  gospel  trumpet  hear,  The  news  of  pardoning  grace : 
Ye  happy  souls,  draw  near ;  Behold  your  Saviour's  face : 

||:  The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ;  :[ 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 


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5  Jesus,  our  great  High   Priest,  Has  full  atonement   - 
made ; 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ;  Ye  mourning  souls,  be  glad. 
:  The  year  of  jubilee  is  come;  : 


^42. 


Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home.  A-men 

4^8      Come  to  the  Ark.  Euston  Road.    C.  M. 

Unknown  Writer.  H.  Smart. 


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■  TJJ     *  T-f 

i   pOME  to  the  ark — come  to  the  ark, 
^     To  Jesus  come  away  ; 
The  pestilence  walks  forth  by  night, 
The  arrow  flies  by  day. 

2  Come  to  the  ark — the  waters  rise, 

The  seas  their  billows  rear ; 
While  darkness  gathers  o'er  the  skies. 
Behold  a  refuge  near ! 

3  Come  to  the  ark — all,  all  that  weep 

Beneath  the  sense  of  sin  : 
Without,  deep  calleth  unto  deep, 
But  all  is  peace  within. 

4  Come  to  the  ark — ere  yet  the  flood 

Your  lingering  steps  oppose  ; 
Come,  for  the  door  which  open  stood, 
May  soon  forever  close. 


459- 


HYMNS  OF  DESIRE  FOR 


360 


acq      Jesus 

nJ7        (?)T.j 


Lives. 

Hastings. 


Kirk.    7-6.  (Tr.)  D. 

From  Herold. 

S 


i    TRYING  souls,  fast  bound  in  sin, 
*J     Trembling  and  repining, 
With  no  ray  of  light  divine 

On  jour  pathway  shining; 
Why  in  darkness  wander  on. 

Filled  with  condemnation  ? 
Jesus  lives  ;  in  him  alone 

Can  you  find  salvation. 

2  Prostrate  bow ;  confess  your  guilt ; 

Own  your  lost  condition  ; 
Yield  to  him  whose  blood  was  spilt, 

Unreserved  submission. 
Then  no  more  in  anguish  groan ; 

Seek  his  mediation  ; 
Jesus  lives ;  in  him  alone 

Can  you  find  salvation. 

3  Linger  not  in  all  the  plain ; 

Vengeance  is  pursuing ; 
'Mid  the  dying  and  the  slain, 

Save  your  souls  from  ruin. 
Flee  to  him  who  can  atone ; 

Flee  from  condemnation ; 
Jesus  lives  ;  in  him  alone 

Can  you  find  salvation. 


361 


THE   SALVATION  OF  MEN. 


460. 


46O 


Sinners,  turn. 

C.  Wesley. 


Benevento.     7s.  D. 

6".  Webbe. 


CINNERS,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
^     God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live ; 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands, — 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
Will  ye  cross  his  love,  and  die  ? 

Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why ! — 
He  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  himself,  that  ye  might  live. 
Will  ye  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 
Why,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die? 


25 


Sinners  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why ! — 
He  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Urged  you  to  embrace  his  love. 
Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 
O  ye  dying  sinners  !  why, — 
Why  will  ye  forever  die  ? 


461, 462. 


HYMNS  OF  DESIRE  FOR 


362 


46I 


Sinner,  rouse  thee. 

H.  U.  Onderdonk. 


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Cleveland.     7s.  D. 

From  Blumenthal. 


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i    C  INNER,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep  ; 
^     Wake,  and  o'er  thy  folly  weep  ; 
Raise  thy  spirit  dark  and  dead  ; 
Jesus  waits  his  light  to  shed. 
Wake  from  sleep,  arise  from  death ; 
See  the  bright  and  living  path  ; 
Watchful  tread  that  path — be  wise  ; 
Leave  thy  folly,  seek  the  skies. 

2  Leave  thy  folly,  cease  from  crime, 
From  this  hour  redeem  the  time ; 
Life  secure,  without  delay ; 
Evil  is  thy  mortal  day. 
Rouse  thee,  sinner,  from  thy  sleep ; 
Wake,  and  o'er  thy  folly  weep ; 
Jesus  calls  from  death  and  night, 
Wake,  and  he  shall  give  thee  light. 


462 


"  Come,  heavy-laden. 

R.  S.  Cook. 
1    I,    I 


Balfour.     888,6. 

Balfour. 


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1    DURDENED  with  guilt,  wouldst  thou  be  blest? 
■*-*     Trust  not  the  world  ;  it  gives  no  rest : 
I  bring  relief  to  hearts  oppressed  ; 
O  weary  sinner,  come ! 


363 


THE   SALVATION  OF  MEN. 


463. 


2  Come,  leave  thy  burden  at  the  cross ; 
Count  all  thy  gains  but  empty  dross ; 
My  grace  repays  all  earthly  loss : 

O  needy  sinner,  come ! 

3  Come,  hither  bring  thy  boding  fears, 
Thine  aching  heart,  thy  bursting  tears ; 
'Tis  mercy's  voice  salutes  thine  ears : 

O  trembling  sinner,  come ! 

4  "  The  Spirit  and  the  bride  say,  Come  :  " 
Rejoicing  saints  re-echo,  Come  ! 

Who  faints,  who  thirsts,  who  will,  may  come  ; 
Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  come. 


1 — r 


A-men. 


"  Stay  Not." 

T.  Scott. 


Stuart.    79,77. 

L.  Mason. 


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1  "LJASTE,  O  sinner!  now  be  wise ; 

-*-  -■•     Stay  not,  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun 
Wisdom  if  you  still  despise, 
Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 

2  Haste  thee  !  mercy  now  implore  ; 

Stay  not,  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begrun. 


3  Haste,  O  sinner  !  now  return  ; 

Stay  not,  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

4  Haste,  O  sinner,  now  be  blest, 

Stay  not,  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  perdition  thee  arrest, 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 


464, 465. 


DESIRE  FOR  MEN'S  SALVATION. 


364 


a6&      Delay  not! 

^     ^         T.  Hastings. 

-1-1  1.    !  ! 


Expostulation,     iis. 

y.  Hopkins. 


I         w  1 

i    T^ELAY  not,  delay  not ;  O  sinner,  draw  near, 
**^     The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for  thee ; 
No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  is  here, 
Redemption  is  purchased,  salvation  is  free. 

2  Delay  not,  delay  not ;  why  longer  abuse 

The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus,  thy  God  ? 
A  fountain  is  opened — how  canst  thou  refuse 

To  wash,  and  be  cleansed  in  his  pardoning  blood  ? 

3  Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner,  to  come,  f 

For  mercy  still  lingers  and  calls  thee  to-day ; 

Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  of  the  tomb, — 

Her  message,  unheeded,  will  soon  pass  away. 

4  Delay  not,  delay  not ;  the  Spirit  of  grace, 

Long  grieved  and  resisted,  may  take  its  sad  flight; 
And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy  race, — 
To  sink  in  the  gloom  of  eternity's  night. 


Revelation  xxii.  17,  20. 

H.  U.  Onderdonk.     ' 
4 


PENTONVILLE.      S.  M. 
T.  Linley. 


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1  T^HE  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 

■*■      Is  whispering,  "  Sinner,  come  ;  " 
The  bride,  the  church  of  Christ,  proclaims 
To  all  his  children,  "  Come !  " 

2  Let  him  that  heareth  say 

To  all  about  him,  "  Come  !  " 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come ! 


365 


FOR  PUBLIC   THANKSGIVING. 


466. 


3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 
O  let  him  freely  come, 

And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life  ; 
Tis  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo !  Jesus,  who  invites, 
Declares,  "  I  quickly  come : " 

Lord,  even  so !  we  wait  thine  hour ; 
O  blest  Redeemer,  come  ! 


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A-meo. 


466      ^  Hymn  for  America. 

L.  Bacon. 


Old  Hundredth.    L.  M. 

Guil.  Franc. 


^*3. 


1  /^\  GOD,  beneath  thy  guiding  hand, 
^-^     Our  exiled  fathers  crossed  the  sea ; 
And  when  they  trod  the  wintry  strand, 

With  prayer  and  psalm  they  worshipped  thee. 

2  Thou  heard'st,  well  pleased,  the  song,  the  prayer, 

Thy  blessing  came  ;  and  still  its  power 
Shall  onward  through  all  ages  bear 
The  memory  of  that  holy  hour. 

3  What  change !  through  pathless  wilds  no  more 

The  fierce  and  naked  savage  roams ; 
Sweet  praise,  along  the  cultured  shore, 
Breaks  from  ten  thousand  happy  homes. 

4  Laws,  freedom,  truth,  and  faith  in  God 

Came  with  those  exiles  o'er  the  waves ; 
And  where  their  pilgrim  feet  have  trod, 
The  God  they  trusted  guards  their  graves. 


5  And  here  thy  name,  O  God  of  love, 
Their  children's  children  shall  adore, 
Till  these  eternal  hills  remove, 

And  spring  adorns  the  earth  no  more. 


A-men. 


467,  468. 


THANKSGIVING  HYMNS. 


366 


4.67       ^OD  SAVE  THE  State- 
^      '         C.T.  Brooks. 


GOD  bless  our  native  land ! 
Firm  may  she  ever  stand,  Through  storm  and  night 
When  the  wild  tempests  rave,  Ruler  of  wind  and  wave, 
Do  thou  our  country  save  By  thy  great  might. 

For  her  our  prayer  shall  rise 

To  God,  above  the  skies ;  On  him  we  wait : 
Thou  who  art  ever  nigh,  Guarding  with  watchful  eye 

To  thee  aloud  we  cry,  God  save  the  State  !  A-nW 


468 

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"  My  Country."  America.    6-4. 

S.  F.  Smith.  H.  Carey. 

Y  country,  'tis  of  thee, 

Sweet  land  of  liberty,  Of  thee  I  sing ; 
Land  where  my  fathers  died,  Land  of  the  pilgrims'  pride, 
From  every  mountain  side  Let  freedom  ring. 

My  native  country,  thee — 

Land  of  the  noble,  free — Thy  name — I  love ; 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills,  Thy  woods  and  templed  hills ; 

My  heart  with  rapture  thrills,  Like  that  above. 

Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 

And  ring  from  all  the  trees  Sweet  freedom's  song : 
Let  mortal  tong;ues  awake ;  Let  all  that  breathe  partake  ; 

Let  rocks  their  silence  break, — The  sound  prolong. 


4  Our  fathers'  God,  to  thee, 

Author  of  liberty,  To  thee  we  sing : 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright  With  freedom's  holy 
light ; 
Protect  us  by  thy  might,  Great  God,  our  King. 


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A-men. 


367 


THANKSGIVING  HYMNS. 


469,  470. 


Thanksgiving. 

W.  Roscoe. 


All-Saints.    L.  M. 

W.  Knapp. 


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1  /^  REAT  God,  beneath  whose  piercing  eye 
^-*     The  earth's  extended  kingdoms  lie  ; 
Whose  favoring  smile  upholds  them  all, 
Whose  anger  smites  them,  and  they  fall ; — 

2  Thy  kindness  to  our  fathers  shown, 
Their  children's  children  long  shall  own ; 
To  thee,  with  grateful  hearts  shall  raise 
The  tribute  of  exulting  praise. 

3  Upheld  by  thine  unfailing  aid, 
Secure  the  paths  of  life  we  tread ; 
And,  freely  as  the  vital  air, 

Thy  first  and  noblest  bounties  share. 

4  Great  God,  our  Guardian,  Guide,  and  Friend, 
O  still  thy  sheltering  arm  extend  ; 
Preserved  by  thee  for  ages  past, 

For  ages  let  thy  kindness  last ! 


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A-men 


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470 


The  Lord  is  Ours.' 


Dundee.     C.  M. 

Scottish. 


r^  REAT  is  the  Lord  !  his  praise  be  great ! 
^-J     Ye  lands  your  tribute  bring : 
Our  country,  thou  his  chosen  seat, 
Be  first  to  praise  thy  King. 


47i. 


THANKSGIVING  HYMNS. 


368 


470.      CONTINUED. 


DUNDEE. 


2  God  in  thy  borders  well  is  known, 

A  strong-  and  faithful  friend : 
O  rest  thou  still  on  him  alone, 
And  he  will  still  defend. 

3  Here  in  thy  courts  again  we  stand, 

Thy  grace,  O  Lord,  to  see ; 

Soon  let  it  shine  on  every  land, 

And  win  all  hearts  to  thee. 

4  But  still  our  country  be  thy  choice ; 

Still  walk  around  her  towers 
Still  let  her  sons  in  thee  rejoice, 
And  cry, — "  The  Lord  is  ours !  " 


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A-men. 


471 


Harvest  Home. 

H.Al/ord. 


St.  George's.     7s.  D. 

G.  J.  Elvey. 


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i   pOME,  ye  thankful  people  !  come, 
^     Raise  the  song  of  Harvest-Home 
All  is  safely  gathered  in 
Ere  the  winter  storms  begin  ; 
God  our  Maker  doth  provide 
For  our  wants   to  be  supplied  ; 
Come  to  God's  own  temple,  come 
Raise  the  song  of  Harvest-Home ! 


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369 


MORNING  HYMNS. 


472. 


We  ourselves  are  God's  own  field, 
Fruit  unto  his  praise  we  yield ; 
Wheat  and  tares  together  sown, 
Unto  joy  or  sorrow  grown  ; 
First  the  blade  and  then  the  ear, 
Then  the  full  corn  shall  appear : 
Grant,  O  Harvest-Lord,  that  we 
Wholesome  grain  and  pure  may  be. 

For  the  Lord  our  God  shall  come 
And  shall  take  his  harvest  home ; 
From  his  field  shall,  in  that  day. 
All  offences  purge  away  ; 
Give  his  angels  charge,  at  last, 
In  the  fire  the  tares  to  cast ; 
But  the  fruitful  ears  to  store 
In  his  garner  evermore. 


Then,  thou  church  triumphant !  come, 
Raise  the  song  of  Harvest-Home  ! 
All  are  safely  gathered  in, 
Free  from  sorrow,  free  from  sin, 
There  forever,  purified, 
In  God's  garner  to  abide : 
Come,  ten  thousand  angels,  come ! 
Raise  the  glorious  Harvest-Home  ! 


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A-men. 


Ken's  Morning  Hymn. 


Missionary  Chant.    L.  M. 

C.  Zeuner. 


I    I    I 


A  WAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
*"*•     Thy  daily  stage  of  dutv  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 


473- 


MORNING  HYMNS. 


370 


472. 


CONTINUED. 


MISSIONARY   CHANT. 


2  Awake,  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing 
High  praises  to  th'  eternal  King. 

3  Glory  to  thee,  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refreshed  me  while  I  slept ; 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

4  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew : 
Scatter  my  sins  as  morning  dew ; 

Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 


5  Direct,  control,  suggest,  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say  ; 
That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 


A-men. 


473 


Keble's  Morning  Hymn. 

J.  Keble. 

,_|S_| — U,J_| — L_I-JM 


Sweden.     L.  M. 

H.  Hiles. 


|%i§lglSipa 


i    jVT  E W  every  morning  is  the  love 
^      Our  wakening  and  uprising  prove, 
Through  sleep  and  darkness  safely  brought, 
Restored  to  life,  and  power,  and  thought. 

2  New  mercies,  each  returning  day, 
Hover  around  us  while  we  pray  ; 
New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven, 
New  thoughts  of  God,  new  hopes  of  Heaven. 


37i 


MORNING  HYMNS. 


474- 


3  If,  on  our  daily  course,  our  mind 
Be  set  to  hallow  all  we  find, 

New  treasures  still,  of  countless  price, 
God  will  provide  for  sacrifice. 

4  The  trivial  round,  the  common  task, 
Will  furnish  all  we  ought  to  ask ; 
Room  to  deny  ourselves ;  a  road 
To  bring-  us,  daily,  nearer  God. 

5  Only,  O  Lord,  in  thy  dear  love 
Fit  us  for  perfect  rest  above  ; 
And  help  us,  this  and  every  day, 
To  live  more  nearly  as  we  pray ! 


474 


The  Waking  Hour. 

J.  HaTdkesivortk. 

XXX 


Grace  Church.    L.  M. 

/.  Pleyel. 
U- 


^mm^m^s^m^^^m 


1  TX  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid, 

■J-     I  safely  passed  the  silent  night ; 
Again  I  see  the  breaking  shade — 
I  drink  again  the  morning  light. 

2  New-born,  I  bless  the  waking  hour, 

Once  more,  with  awe,  rejoice  to  be ; 
My  conscious  soul  resumes  her  power, 
And  springs,  my  guardian  God,  to  thee ! 

3  O  guide  me  through  the  various  maze 

My  doubtful  feet  are  doomed  to  tread ; 
And  spread  thy  shield's  protecting  blaze, 
When  dangers  press  around  my  head. 

4  A  deeper  shade  will  soon  impend ; 

A  deeper  sleep  mine  eyes  oppress ; 

Yet  then  thy  strength  shall  still  defend, 

Thy  goodness  still  delight  to  bless. 


475- 


EVENING  HYMNS, 


372 


474.       CONTINUED. 


GRACE  CHURCH. 


5  That  deeper  shade  shall  break  away  ; 

That  deeper  sleep  shall  leave  mine  eyes  ; 
Thy  light  shall  give  eternal  day — 
Thy  love,  the  rapture  of  the  skies. 


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A-men. 


475 


Ken's  Evening  Hymn. 

T.  Ken. 

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Tallis'  Hymn.     L.  M. 

Derived  from  Tallis. 


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1  f*LORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
^^     For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light : 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  thine  own  almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  which  I  this  day  have  done ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  judgment-day. 

4  O  let  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 

And  may  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close  ; 
Sleep,  which  shall  me  more  vigorous  make, 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

5  Be  thou  my  guardian  while  I  sleep, 
Thy  watchful  station  near  me  keep  ; 
My  heart  with  love  celestial  fill, 

And  guard  me  from  th'  approach  of  ill. 


373 


EVENING  HYMNS. 


476. 


476 


6  Lord,  let  my  soul  forever  share, 
The  bliss  of  thy  paternal  care  : 
'Tis  heaven  on  earth,  'tis  heaven  above, 
To  see  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  love ! 


-gng- 


"  Abide  with  us." 

H.  F.  Lyte. 


A-men. 
Eventide,     ios. 

W.  H.  Monk. 


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i     A  BIDE  with  me!  Fast  falls  the  eventide, 
-**■     The  darkness  deepens — Lord,  with  me  abide ! 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless  O  abide  with  me ! 

2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day  ; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  away  : 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see ; 

0  thou  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me ! 

3  I  need  thy  presence  every  passing  hour  : 

What  but  thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempter's  power? 
Who  like  thyself  my  guide  and  stay  can  be? 
Through  cloud  and  sunshine,  Lord,  abide  with  me. 

4  I  fear  no  foe,  with  thee  at  hand  to  bless  ; 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitterness : 
Where  is  death's  sting,  where,  grave,  thy  victory  ? 

1  triumph  still,  if  thou  abide  with  me. 

5  Hold  thou  thy  cross  before  my  closing  eyes ; 

Shine  through  the  gloom,  and  point  me  to  the  skies  : 
Heaven's  morning  breaks,  and  earth's  vain  shadows 

flee. 
In  life,  in  death,  O  Lord,  abide  with  me. 


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A-men. 


477- 


EVENING  HYMNS. 


374 


477 


With  Christ  at  Eventide. 

H.  Twells. 

-J-  I,  J   N 


Sunset.    L.  M.  D. 
b.  P.  L. 


A 


?  even,  ere  the  sun  was  set, 
The  sick,  O  Lord,  around  thee  lay, 
O,  in  what  divers  pains  they  met! 

O,  with  what  joy  they  went  away ! 
Once  more  'tis  eventide,  and  we 

Oppressed  with  various  ills  draw  near : 
What  if  thy  form  we  cannot  see? 
We  know  and  feel  that  thou  art  here. 


2  O  Saviour  Christ,  our  woes  dispel ; 

For  some  are  sick,  and  some  are  sad, 
And  some  have  never  loved  thee  well, 

And  some  have  lost  the  love  they  had ; 
And  some  are  pressed  with  worldly  care ; 

And  some  are  tried  with  sinful  doubt ; 
And  some  such  grievous  passions  tear 

That  only  thou  canst  cast  them  out. 

3  And  some  have  found  the  world  is  vain, 

Yet  from  the  world  they  break  not  free  ; 
And  some  have  friends  who  give  them  pain, 

Yet  have  not  sought  a  friend  in  thee. 
And  none,  O  Lord,  have  perfect  rest, 

For  none  are  wholly  free  from  sin ; 
And  they  who  fain  would  serve  thee  best 

Are  conscious  most  of  wrong  within. 


375 


EVENING  HYMNS. 


478. 


O  Saviour  Christ,  thou  too  art  man ; 

Thou  hast  been  troubled,  tempted,  tried  ; 
Thy  kind  but  searching  glance  can  scan 

The  very  wounds  that  shame  would  hide. 
Thy  touch  has  still  its  ancient  power ; 

No  word  from  thee  can  fruitless  fall : 
Hear  in  this  solemn  evening  hour, 

And  in  thy  mercy  heal  us  all. 


m 


A-men. 


AJ$      A  Song  in  the  Night 

^  '  Tr.  C.  Winkworth. 


Fl.EMMING. 


i    1VJ  O W  God  be  with  us,  for  the  night  is  closing. 
^      Darkness  and  light  are  both  of  his  disposing. 
Beneath  his  shadow,  here  to  rest  we  yield  us, 
For  he  will  shield  us. 

2  Let  evil  thoughts  and  spirits  flee  before  us ; 
Till  morning  cometh,  watch,  O  Master,  o'er  us ; 
In  soul  and  body  thou  from  harm  defend  us  ; 

Thine  angels  send  us. 

3  We  have  no  refuge ;  none  on  earth  to  aid  us, 
Save  thee,  O  Father,  who  thine  own  hast  made  us : 
But  thy  dear  presence  will  not  leave  them  lonely 

Who  seek  thee  only. 


Father,  thy  name  be  praised,  thy  kingdom  given,  Eg 
Thy  will  be  done  on  earth,  as  'tis  in  Heaven  ; 
Keep  us  in  life,  forgive  our  sins,  deliver 
Us  now  and  ever. 


A-men. 


479,  48o. 


EVENING  HYMNS. 


376 


479 


"  Softly  Now. 

G.  W.  Doane. 
A    i.     I    ^ 


Seymour.    7s. 

Von  Weber.    Arr. 


C  OFTLY,  now,  the  light  of  day 
^     Fades  upon  my  sight  away  ; 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord,  I  would  commune  with  thee. 

Soon,  for  me,  the  light  of  day 
Shall  forever  pass  away  ; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee. 


5=3* 


p 


48O 


A  Greek  Hymn. 

Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 


Anatolius. 


-*--*-  I        fJT  -•-        I  I  I  to  thee!  We  pray*    I 


76,76 
J.  Ba 

-I V 


A-men. 


rnby. 


pray 


i  'THE  day  is  past  and  over; 
J-      All  thanks,  O  Lord,  to  thee  ! 
We  pray  thee  now,  that  sinless 

The  hours  of  dark  may  be : 
O  Jesus,  keep  us  in  thy  sight, 
And  save  us  thro'  the  coming  night. 

2  The  toils  of  day  are  over ; 

We  raise  our  hymn  to  thee, 
And  ask,  that  free  from  peril, 

The  hours  of  dark  may  be : 
O  Jesus,  keep  us  in  thy  sight, 
And  guard  us  thro'  the  coming  night. 


377 


EVENING  HYMNS. 


48l. 


Be  thou  our  souls'  preserver, 
O  God,  for  thou  dost  know 

How  many  are  the  perils 

Through  which  we  have  to  go  ; 

O  loving  Jesus,  hear  our  call, 

And  guard  and  save  us  from  them  all. 


^ 


1 — p- 

A-men. 


43  T       Abide  with  us. 

^  J.  Keble. 


Keble.     L.  M. 

y.  B.  Dykes. 


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sfeisteM 


i   C  UN  of  my  soul !  thou  Saviour  dear, 
^     It  is  not  night  if  thou  art  near : 
O  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  thee  from  thy  servant's  eyes ! 

2  When  soft  the  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep, 

Be  my  last  thought, — how  sweet  to  rest 
Forever  on  my  Saviour's  breast ! 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  thee  I  cannot  live ; 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  thee  I  dare  not  die. 

4  If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  thine 
Have  spurned  to-day  the  voice  divine, 
Now,  Lord,  the  gracious  work  begin; 
Let  him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin. 

5  Watch  by  the  sick ;  enrich  the  poor 
With  blessings  from  thy  boundless  store ; 
Be  every  mourner's  sleep  to-night, 
Like  infant  slumbers,  pure  and  light. 

6  Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take, 
Till  in  the  ocean  of  thy  love 

We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above. 
26 


H 


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A-men. 


482. 


EVENING  HYMNS. 


378 


4.82      *r°R  Evening  Worship. 

^  A.  M.  Toplady. 


Hesperus.    8s.  D. 

French  Air.    L.  W.  B. 


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1  TNSPIRER  and  hearer  of  prayer, 

■*•     Thou  Shepherd  and  Guardian  of  thine, 
My  all  to  thy  covenant  care 

I  sleeping  or  waking  resign : 
If  thou  art  my  shield  and  my  sun, 

The  night  is  no  darkness  to  me ; 
And,  fast  as  my  moments  roll  on, 

They  bring  me  but  nearer  to  thee. 

2  Thy  ministering  spirits  descend 

To  watch  while  thy  saints  are  asleep ; 
By  day  and  by  night  they  attend, 

The  heirs  of  salvation  to  keep : 
Bright  seraphs,  despatched  from  the  throne, 

Repair  to  their  stations  assigned  ; 
And  angels  elect  are  sent  down, 

To  guard  the  elect  of  mankind. 

3  Their  worship  no  interval  knows  ; 

Their  fervor  is  still  on  the  wing ; 
And  while  they  protect  my  repose, 
They  chant  to  the  praise  of  my  King : 


379 


EVENING  HYMNS. 


483,  484. 


I  too,  at  the  season  ordained, 
Their  chorus  forever  shall  join, 

And  love  and  adore,  without  end, 
Their  faithful  Creator  and  mine. 


fci 


Luke  xxiv.  29 

J.  M.  Neale. 


A-men. 

Langton.     S.  M. 

Arr.  C.  Streatfield. 


THE  day,  O  Lord,  is  spent; 
-*■      Abide  with  us,  and  rest ; 
Our  hearts'  desires  are  fully  bent 
On  making  thee  our  guest. 

We  have  not  reached  that  land, 

That  happy  land,  as  yet, 
Where  holy  angels  round  thee  stand, 

Whose  sun  can  never  set. 

Our  sun  is  sinking  now, 

Our  day  is  almost  o'er ; 
O  Sun  of  Righteousness,  do  thou 

Shine  on  us  evermore ! 


■^---(=^ 


:S: 


A-men. 


484       Evening  Meditation. 

Tr.  E.  Caswall. 


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Evening  Sacrifice.    64,66. 

J.  H.  Hopkins. 

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1  THE  sun  is  sinking  fast,  the  daylight  dies  ; 

-■-      Let  love  awake,  and  pay  her  evening  sacrifice. 

2  As  Christ  upon  the  cross  his  head  inclined, 

And  to  his  Father's  hands  his  parting  soul  resigned- 

3  So  now  herself  my  soul  would  wholly  give 
Into  his  sacred  charge,  in  whom  all  spirits  live. 

4  Thus  would  I  live :  yet  now  not  I,  but  he 
In  all  his  power  and  love  henceforth  alive  in  me. 


lii 


A-men. 


485,  486. 


EVENING  HYMNS. 


380 


Light  at  Eventide 

J.  Ellerton. 


Pelham.     S.  M. 

G.  Kingsley. 


i  HTHE  day  of  praise  is  done, 
■*■      The  evening  shadows  fall ; 
Yet  pass  not  from  us  with  the  sun, 
True  Light  that  lightenest  all. 

2  'Tis  thine  each  soul  to  calm, 

Each  wayward  thought  reclaim, 
And  make  our  daily  life  a  psalm 
Of  glory  to  thy  name. 


3  Shine  thou  within  us,  then, 
A  day  that  knows  no  end, 
Till  songs  of  angels  and  of  men 
In  perfect  praise  shall  blend. 


-1 — i- 


-1 — (-- 

A-men 


4.86      Evening  Thoughts. 

/.  Watts. 


Hebron.    L.  M. 

L.  Mason. 
1,    1   I 


i  n^HUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on ; 
-*-      Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 

And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 

He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep ; 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head ; 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 


38i 


EVENING  HYMNS. 


487,  488. 


4  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 


God  our  Guard. 

y.  Edmeston. 
-I— I     N,  IS    I     f*..    K  Is, 


A-men. 
Stockwell.    8-7. 

D.  E.  Jones. 


1  O  AVIOUR,  breathe  an  evening  blessing, 
^     Ere  repose  our  eyelids  seal : 

Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing ; 
Thou  canst  save,  and  thou  canst  heal. 

2  Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 

Though  the  arrows  past  us  fly, 
Angel-guards  from  thee  surround  us  ; 
We  are  safe,  if  thou  art  nigh. 

3  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 

Darkness  cannot  hide  from  thee  ■ 
Thou  art  he  who,  never  weary, 
Watcheth  where  thy  people  be. 

4  Should  swift  death  this  night  o  ertake  us, 

And  our  couch  become  our  tomb, 
May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us, 
Clad  in  bright  and  deathless  bloom. 


-J V 


-^ 


A-men. 


438      The  Night  cometh. 

^  J.  Leland. 


BOYLSTON.      S.  M. 
L.  Mason. 
1..     1,1 


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1   'THE  day  is  past  and  gone, 
-L      The  evening  shades  appear 
O  may  I  ever  keep  in  mina, 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 


489. 


EVENING  HYMNS. 


382 


488.   CONTINUED. 


BOYLSTON. 


2  Lord,  keep  me  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  my  fears ; 
May  angels  guard  me  while  I  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

3  And  when  I  early  rise, 

To  view  th'  unwearied  sun, 
May  I  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. — 

4  That  when  my  days  are  past, 

And  I  from  time  remove, 
I  then  may  in  thy  bosom  rest — 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 


^=& 


III 


A-men. 


489 


Evening  Mercies 

C.  Wesley. 
I    I   l_fl,    I    ,1-L— , _ 


Chester.    L.  M. 

From  R.  Schumann. 
ft 


1  IT  OW  do  thy  mercies  close  me  round  ! 
"■     Forever  be  thy  name  adored  ! 

I  blush  in  all  things  to  abound ; 
The  servant  is  above  his  Lord. 

2  Inured  to  poverty  and  pain, 

A  suffering  life  my  Master  led ; 
The  Son  of  God,  the  Son  of  man, 
He  had  not  where  to  lay  his  head. 

3  But  lo !  a  place  he  hath  prepared 

For  me,  whom  watchful  angels  keep ; 
Yea,  he  himself  becomes  my  guard  ; 

He  smooths  my  bed,  and  gives  me  sleep. 


3^3 


EVENING  HYMNS. 


490,  49i. 


4  Jesus  protects !  My  fears  begone ! 

What  can  the  Rock  of  Ages  move  ? 
Safe  in  thine  arms  I  lay  me  down, — 
Thine  everlasting  arms  of  love. 


a 


A  men. 


490 


Nightly  Care. 

/?.  /fc£er  ««</  tf.  Whately, 


Wales. 


84,84;  88,84. 

Welsh  Air. 


1  ^OD,  who  madest  earth  and  heaven, 
^Jr     Darkness  and  light ; 

Who  the  day  for  toil  hast  given, 

For  rest  the  night ; 
May  thine  angel-guards  defend  us, 
Slumber  sweet  thy  mercy  send  us, 
Holy  dreams  and  hopes  attend  us, 

This  livelong  night. 

2  Guard  us  waking,  guard  us  sleeping, 

And,  when  we  die, 
May  we  in  thy  mighty  keeping 

All  peaceful  lie : 
When  the  last  dread  call  shall  wake  us, 
Do  not  thou,  our  God,  forsake  us, 
But  to  reign  in  glory  take  us 

With  thee  on  high. 


-I — 1 


m$ 


A-men. 


491 


Evening  Hymn 

Tr.  E.  Caswall. 
'I  J.  J    1,    I 


Rose  Hill.     L.  M. 

G.  F.  Root. 
1     I  I ,    M  1 ,    M 


IttipfSliP 


OTHOU  true  Life  of  all  that  live, 
Who  dost,  unmoved,  all  motion  sway ; 
Who  dost  the  morn  and  evening  give, 
And  through  its  changes  guide  the  day ! 


492. 


EVENING  HYMNS. 


384 


491. 


CONTINUED 

i 


ROSE   HILL. 


l#P^^l 


I      "     •     1  \\\      '      '      I      I      '  J 

2  Thy  light  upon  our  evening"  pour, 

So  may  our  souls  no  sunset  see ; 
But  death  to  us  an  open  door 
To  an  eternal  morning  be. 

3  Thee  in  the  hymns  of  morn  we  praise, 
To  thee  our  voice  at  eve  we  raise ; 

O,  grant  us,  with  thy  saints  on  high, 
Thee  through  all  time  to  glorify ! 


A-men. 


492 


At  Evening  Twilight. 

L.  Bacon. 


SOUTHPORT.      C.  M. 
G.  Kingsley. 


1  IT  AIL,  tranquil  hour  of  closing  day  ! 
-n»     Begone,  disturbing  care  ! 

And  look,  my  soul,  from  earth  away 
To  him  who  heareth  prayer. 

2  How  sweet  the  tear  of  penitence, 

Before  his  throne  of  grace, 
While  to  the  contrite  spirit's  sense, 
He  shows  his  smiling  face. 

3  How  sweet,  through  long-remembered  years, 

His  mercies  to  recall, 
And  pressed  with  wants,  and  griefs,  and  fears, 
To  trust  his  love  for  all. 

4  How  sweet  to  look,  in  thoughtful  hope, 

Beyond  this  fading  sky, 
And  hear  him  call  his  children  up 
To  his  fair  home  on  high. 


385 


CLOSE   OF    WORSHIP. 


493,  494- 


5  Calmly  the  day  forsakes  our  heaven 
To  dawn  beyond  the  west ; 
So  let  my  soul,  in  life's  last  even, 
Retire  to  glorious  rest. 


«= 


493 


After  Sermon. 

i?.  Heber. 


A-men. 
Balerma.     C.  M. 

Spanish  A  ir. 


1  /^~\  GOD,  by  whom  the  seed  is  given, 
^^     By  whom  the  harvest  blessed ; 

Whose  word,  like  manna  showered  from  heaven, 
Is  planted  in  our  breast, — 

2  Freserve  it  from  the  passing  feet, 

And  plunderers  of  the  air, 
The  sultry  sun's  intenser  heat, 
And  thorns  of  worldly  care. 

3  Though  buried  deep,  or  thinly  sown, 

Do  thou  thy  grace  supply  ; 
The  hope  in  earthly  furrows  strown, 
Shall  ripen  in  the  sky. 


t=x 


=3^: 


A-men. 


After  Sermon 

/.  Watts. 


Dedham.    C.  M. 

W.  Gardiner. 

to 


i   /^REAT  God,  thy  sovereign  power  impart, 
^-*     To  give  thy  word  success  : 
Write  thy  salvation  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 

2  Show  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 
That  leads  to  joys  on  high  : 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
And  love  shall  never  die. 


I 


A-raen. 


495- 


HYMNS  FOR    THE 


386 


495 


The  Day  approaching. 

H.  Bonar. 


CHALVEY.      S.  M.  D. 
L.  G.  Hayne. 
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A  FEW  more  years  shall  roll, 
A  few  more  seasons  come, 
And  we  shall  be  with  those  that  rest 

Asleep  within  the  tomb. 
Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  For  that  great  day ; 
O  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 
And  take  my  sins  away. 

A  few  more  storms  shall  beat 

On  this  wild,  rocky  shore ; 
And  we  shall  be  where  tempests  cease, 

And  surges  swell  no  more. 
Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  calm  day  ; 
O  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away. 


A  few  more  struggles  here, 

A  few  more  partings  o'er, 
A  few  more  toils,  a  few  more  tears, 

And  we  shall  weep  no  more. 
Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  blest  day  ; 
O  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away. 


3§7 


CLOSE   OF    WORSHIP. 


496. 


A  few  more  sabbaths  here 

Shall  cheer  us  on  our  way : 
And  we  shall  reach  the  endless  rest, 

The  eternal  sabbath-day. 
Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  sweet  day  ; 
O  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away. 


'Tis  but  a  little  while 

And  he  shall  come  again, 
Who  died  that  we  might  live,  who  lives 

That  we  with  him  may  reign. 
Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  glad  day  ; 
O  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away. 


inn 


406      "Lord,  dismiss  us. 

J.  Fawcett. 


Greenville.     8-7-4. 

J.  J.  Rousseau. 

11.  __  r<  i„  1  -a  1  1, — 


1    T  ORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
-■— '     Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ; 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  ; 
|j:  O  refresh  us,  :|| 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 


2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 
For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound ; 
:  May  thy  presence  :| 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 


497- 


HYMNS  FOR    THE 


388 


CONTINUED. 


GREENVILLE. 


3  So  whene'er  the  signal's  given 
Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey, 
|:  May  we  ever  :|| 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 


a^L 


m 


A-men. 


497 


He  who  is  our  Light 

H.  Collins. 

-..Ill 


Benediction.    L.  M.  61. 

J.  Barnby. 


I        1      ,  ,    .    .       .       .  j 

CWEET  Saviour,  bless  us  ere  we  go ; 
^     Thy  word  into  our  minds  instill ; 
And  make  our  lukewarm  hearts  to  glow 

With  lowly  love  and  fervent  will. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light. 
Grant  us,  dear  Lord,  from  evil  ways 

True  absolution  and  release ; 
And  bless  us,  more  than  in  past  days, 

With  purity  and  inward  peace. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light. 
Do  more  than  pardon  ;  give  us  joy, 

Sweet  fear,  and  sober  liberty, 
And  simple  hearts  without  alloy 

That  only  long  to  be  like  thee. 


389 


CLOSE   OF   WORSHIP. 


498. 


Through  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light. 

Labor  is  sweet,  for  thou  hast  toiled  ; 

And  care  is  light,  for  thou  hast  cared ; 
Ah  !  never  let  our  works  be  soiled 

With  strife,  or  by  deceit  ensnared. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light.  A-men. 


498 


The  Peace  of  God. 

J.  Ellerton. 


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^     With  one  accord  our  parting  hymn  of  praise  ; 
We  stand  to  bless  thee  ere  our  worship  cease, 
Then,  lowly  bending,  wait  thy  word  of  peace. 

2  Grant  us  thy  peace  upon  our  homeward  way  ; 
With  thee  began,  with  thee  shall  end  the  day ; 
Guard  thou  the  lips  from  sin,  the  hearts  from  shame, 
That  in  this  house  have  called  upon  thy  name. 

3  Grant  us  thy  peace,  Lord,  through  the  coming  night, 
Turn  thou  for  us  its  darkness  into  light ; 

From  harm  and  danger  keep  thy  children  free, 
Darkness  and  light  are  both  alike  to  thee. 

4  Grant  us  thy  peace  throughout  our  earthly  life, 
Our  balm  in  sorrow,  and  our  stay  in  strife ; 
Then,  when  thy  voice  shall  bid  our  conflict  cease, 
Call  us,  O  Lord,  to  thine  eternal  peace. 


499,  500. 


CLOSE   OF    WORSHIP. 


390 


499 


"  The  Lord  be  with  us 

J.  Ellerton. 

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Cleopas.     C.  M. 

y.  Barnby. 


i   HP  HE  Lord  be  with  us  as  we  bend 
*-      His  blessing  to  receive  ; 
His  gift  of  peace  upon  us  send, 
Before  his  courts  we  leave. 

2  The  Lord  be  with  us  as  we  walk 

Along  our  homeward  road ; 
In  silent  thought,  or  friendly  talk, 
Our  hearts  be  still  with  God. 

3  The  Lord  be  with  us  till  the  night 

Shall  close  the  day  of  rest ; 
Be  he  of  every  heart  the  Light, 
Of  every  home  the  Guest. 

4  The  Lord  be  with  us  still,  we  pray, 

His  nightly  watch  to  keep ; 
Crown  with  his  peace  his  own  blest  day, 
And  guard  his  people's  sleep. 


A-men. 


500 


Ephesians 


20,  21 


Olmutz.    S.  M. 

Gregorian.    Arr,  Mason. 


LORD,  at  this  closing  hour, 
^     Establish  every  heart 
Upon  thy  word  of  truth  and  power, 
To  keep  us  when  we  part. 

Peace  to  our  brethren  give ; 

Fill  all  our  hearts  with  love  ; 
In  faith  and  patience  may  we  live, 

And  seek  our  rest  above. 


39i 


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3  Through  changes  bright  or  drear, 

We  would  thy  will  pursue  ; 
And  toil  to  spread  thy  kingdom  here, 
Till  we  its  glory  view. 

4  To  God,  the  Only  Wise, 

In  every  age  adored, 
Let  glory  from  the  church  arise 
Through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 


A 1- 


A-men. 


The  Covenant 

/.  Watts. 


Martyrdom.    C.  M. 

H.  Wilson. 


"HPHE  promise  of  my  Father's  love 
-■-      Shall  stand  forever  good  : — " 

He  said,  and  gave  his  soul  to  death, 
And  sealed  the  grace  with  blood. 


2  To  this  dear  covenant  of  thy  word, 

I  set  my  worthless  name  ; 
I  seal  th'  engagement  to  my  Lord, 
And  make  my  humble  claim. 

3  The  light,  and  strength,  and  pardoning  grace, 

And  glory  shall  be  mine ; 
My  life  and  soul,  my  heart  and  flesh, 
And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 

4  I  call  that  legacy  my  own, 

Which  Jesus  did  bequeath  ; 
'Twas  purchased  with  a  dying  groan, 
And  ratified  in  death. 


Sweet  is  the  memory  of  his  name, 
Who  blessed  us  in  his  will, 

And  to  his  testament  of  love, 
Made  his  own  life  the  seal. 


-d-^: 


A-men. 


502. 


HYMNS  FOR    THE 


392 


502 


Bid  us  go  in  Peace. 

C.  Wesley. 

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LUDWIG.      76,76;   77,76. 
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J—*     We  now  recall  to  mind, 
Send  the  answer  from  above, 

And  let  us  mercy  find  : 
Think  on  us  who  think  on  thee, 

Every  burdened  soul  release ; 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace ! 

By  thine  agonizing  pain 

And  bloody  sweat,  we  pray — 
By  thy  dying  love  to  man — 

Take  all  our  sins  away : 
Burst  our  bonds  and  set  us  free, 

From  all  sin  do  thou  release ; 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace ! 

Let  thy  blood,  by  faith  applied, 

The  sinner's  pardon  seal : 
Own  us  freely  justified, 

And  all  our  sickness  heal ; 
By  thy  passion  on  the  tree, 

Let  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease ; 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace ! 


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393 


LORD'S  SUPPER. 


503. 


503 


Thomas  Aquinas'  Hymn. 


Tr.  R.  Palmer. 


Elwin.     7-6.  D. 

L.  Mason. 
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^-^     O  Food  that  angels  eat, 
O  Manna  sent  from  heaven, 

For  heaven-born  natures  meet ! 
Give  us,  for  thee  long  pining, 

To  eat  till  richly  filled ; 
Till,  earth's  delights  resigning, 

Our  every  wish  is  stilled  ! 


O  Water,  life-bestowing, 

From  out  the  Saviour's  heart, 
A  fountain  purely  flowing, 

A  fount  of  love  thou  art ! 
O  let  us,  freely  tasting, 

Our  burning  thirst  assuage ! 
Thy  sweetness,  never  wasting, 

Avails  from  age  to  age. 


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Jesus,  this  feast  receiving, 

We  thee  unseen  adore  ; 
Thy  faithful  word  believing, 

We  take — and  doubt  no  more 
Give  us,  thou  true  and  loving, 

On  earth  to  live  in  thee ; 
Then,  death  the  vail  removing, 

Thy  glorious  face  to  see  ! 


A-men. 


504, 505- 


HYMNS  FOR    THE 


394 


504 


The  Bread  of  Life. 

R  Heber. 


Sanctuary.    98,98. 

C.  J.  Dickenson. 


i    DREAD  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken 
*-*     Wine  of  the  soul,  in  mercy  shed  ; 
By  whom  the  words  of  life  were  spoken, 
And  in  whose  death  our  sins  are  dead — 

2  Look  on  the  heart  by  sorrow  broken, 
Look  on  the  tears  by  sinners  shed, 
And  be  thy  feast  to  us  the  token 
That  by  thy  grace  our  souls  are  fed. 


A-men. 


tQt       Luke  xxii.  19. 

y.  Montgomery. 


St.  Peter.    C.  M. 

A .  R.  Reinagle. 


i    A  CCORDING  to  thy  gracious 
**•     In  meek  humility, 
This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord, 
I  will  remember  thee. 

2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake, 

My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be 
Thy  testamental  cup  I  take, 
And  thus  remember  thee. 

3  Gethsemane  can  I  forget  ? 

Or  there  thy  conflict  see, 
Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat, 
And  not  remember  thee  ? 


4  When  to  the  cross  I  turn  mine  eyes, 
And  rest  on  Calvary, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  my  sacrifice ! 
I  must  remember  thee: — 


word, 


395 


LORD'S  SUPPER. 


506. 


5  Remember  thee,  and  all  thy  pains, 

And  all  thy  love  to  me ; 
Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains, 
Will  I  remember  thee. 

6  And  when  these  failing  lips  grow  dumb, 

And  mind  and  memory  flee, 
When  thou  shalt  in  thy  kingdom  come, 
Then,  Lord,  remember  me. 


A-men. 


506 


At  the  Lord's  Supper. 

/.  Watts. 


Mear.    C.  M. 

A.  Williams. 


1  TT O W  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 
■"     With  Christ  within  the  doors  ; 
While  everlasting  love  displays 

The  choicest  of  her  stores  ! 

2  While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  songs, 

Join  to  admire  the  feast, 
Each  of  us  cries  with  thankful  tongues, — 
"  Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest ! 

3  "  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

And  enter  while  there's  room  ; 
When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice 
And  rather  starve  than  come  ?" 


4  'Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast, 

That  sweetly  forced  us  in  ; 
Else  we  had  still  refused  to  taste, 
And  perished  in  our  sin. 

5  Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God  ! 

Constrain  the  earth  to  come ; 
Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  strangers  home. 


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A-men. 


507- 


HYMNS  FOR    THE 


396 


507 


"Till  He  Come.' 

E.  H.  Bickersteth. 


Glastonbury.    7s.  61. 

J.  B.  Dykes. 


TILL  he  come — O  let  the  words 
Linger  on  the  trembling  chords ; 
Let  the  little  while  between 
In  their  golden  light  be  seen ; 
Let  us  think  how  heaven  and  home 
Lie  beyond  that  "  Till  he  come." 

When  the  weary  ones  we  love 
Enter  on  their  rest  above, 
Seems  the  earth  so  poor  and  vast, 
All  our  life-joy  overcast? 
Hush !  be  every  murmur  dumb  : 
It  is  only,  "  Till  he  come." 

Clouds  and  conflicts  round  us  press : 
Would  we  have  one  sorrow  less  ? 
All  the  sharpness  of  the  cross, 
All  that  tells  the  world  is  loss, 
Death,  and  darkness,  and  the  tomb, 
Only  whisper  "  Till  he  come. ' 

See,  the  Feast  of  Love  is  spread, 
Drink  the  wine,  and  break  the  bread : 
Sweet  memorials — till  the  Lord 
Call  us  round  his  heavenly  board ; 
Some  from  earth,  from  glory  some, 
Severed  only,  Till  he  come. 


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A-men. 


397 


LORD'S  SUPPER. 


508,  509. 


1  Corinthians  xi.  26. 

/.  Watts. 

X 


Hebron.    L.  M. 

L.  Mason. 


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■**»     We  come  around  thy  table  here ; 
We  break  the  bread,  we  bless  the  cup 

That  show  thy  death  till  thou  appear. 

2  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 

And  trusts  for  life  in  One  that  died ; 
We  hope  for  heavenly  crowns  above, 
From  a  Redeemer  crucified. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  shame, 

And  cast  their  scandals  on  thy  cause ! 
We  come  to  boast  our  Saviour's  name, 
And  make  our  triumph  in  his  cross. 

4  With  joy  we  tell  the  scoffing  age, — 

"  He  that  was  dead  hath  left  the  tomb ; 
He  lives  above  their  utmost  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come.* 


Forget  us  not." 


Dedham.    C.  M. 

IV.  Gardiner. 


T  ORD,  may  the  spirit  of  this  feast- 
-*— '     The  earnest  of  thy  love — 
Maintain  a  dwelling  in  our  breast, 
Until  we  meet  above. 

And  if  no  more  with  kindred  dear 
The  broken  bread  we  share, 

Nor  at  the  banquet-board  appear 
To  breathe  the  grateful  prayer, — 


5io. 


HYMNS  FOR    THE 


398 


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Forget  us  not, — when  on  the  bed 

Of  dire  disease  we  waste, 
Or  to  the  chambers  of  the  dead, 

And  bar  of  judgment  haste : — 

Forget  not, — who  didst  bear  the  woe 

Of  Calvary's  fatal  tree, — 
Those  who  within  these  courts  below 

Have  thus  remembered  thee. 


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A-men. 


5io 


The  Lord's  Table. 

P.  Doddridge. 


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Y  God,  and  is  thy  table  spread, 

And  doth  thy  cup  with  love  o'erflow? 
Thither  be  all  thy  children  led, 
And  let  them  all  thy  sweetness  know. 

Hail,  sacred  feast,  which  Jesus  makes, 
Rich  banquet  of  his  flesh  and  blood ! 
Thrice  happy  he  who  here  partakes 
That  sacred  stream,  that  heavenly  food. 

Why  are  its  bounties  all  in  vain 
Before  unwilling  hearts  displayed  ? 
Was  not  for  them  the  Victim  slain  ? 
Are  they  forbid  the  children's  bread  ? 


399 


LORD'S  SUPPER. 


5". 


4  O  let  thy  table  honored  be, 

And  furnished  well  with  joyful  guests ; 
And  may  each  soul  salvation  see 
That  here  its  sacred  pledges  tastes. 

5  Drawn  by  thy  quickening  grace,  O  Lord, 

In  countless  numbers  let  them  come  ; 
And  gather  from  their  Father's  board 
The  bread  that  lives  beyond  the  tomb. 

6  Nor  let  thy  spreading  gospel  rest  =§=§3 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run ;  '^g-,^ 
Till  with  this  bread  all  men  be  blest,  =g 

Who  see  the  light  or  feel  the  sun.  Amen. 


5ii 


Our  dying  Friend. 

G.  T.  Noel. 


Armagh.     C.  M. 

J.   Turle. 


i   TF  human  kindness  meets  return 
■■■     And  owns  the  grateful  tie  ; 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn, 
To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh  ; — 

2  O,  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  gratitude  we  owe 
To  him  who  died  our  fears  to  quell — 
Who  bore  our  guilt  and  woe ! 

3  While  yet  in  anguish  he  surveyed 

Those  pangs  he  would  not  flee, 
What  love  his  latest  words  displayed, — 
"  Meet  and  remember  me  !  " 

4  Remember  thee — thy  death,  thy  shame, 

Our  sinful  hearts  to  share ! — 
O  memory !  leave  no  other  name 
But  his  recorded  there  ! 


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512,  513- 


HYMXS  FOR    THE 


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Paulina,    us. 

Donizetti.    Arr.  L.  W.  Bacon. 


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THOU  who  hast  died  to  redeem  us  from  hell, 
These  signs  hast  thou  left,  of  thy  kindness  to  tell ; 
The  bread  we  have  broken,  the  cup  we  have  blessed, 
Still  speak  of  thy  death,  our  Atonement  and  Priest. 
While  thus,  in  remembrance,  thine  anguish  we  see, 
One  tie  binds  our  spirits,  dear  Saviour,  to  thee : 
Thy  body  was  broken  to  make  us  thine  own, — 
All  saved  from  one  ruin, — in  thee  we  are  one. 
We  drink  of  the  wine  and  remember  thv  blood. 
Once  shed  to  redeem  all  the  chosen  of  God, — 
O  come  the  blest  day,  when  to  as  'twill  be  given. 
To  drink  of  it  new  in  the  kingdom  of  heaven. 


513 


rthy,  not  Unworthily. 

E.  H.  Bicker st eth. 


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^      With  trembling  hand,  that  from  thy  table  fall, 
A  weary,  heavy-laden  sinner  comes 

To  plead  thy  promise  and  obey  thy  call. 


4oi 


LORD'S  SUPPER. 


5H. 


I  am  not  worthy  to  be  thought  thy  child, 
Nor  sit  the  last  and  lowest  at  thy  board ; 

Too  long  a  wanderer  and  too  oft  beguiled, 
I  only  ask  one  reconciling  word. 

I  hear  thy  voice  ;  thou  bidst  me  come  and  rest ; 

I  come ;  I  kneel ;  I  clasp  thy  pierced  feet ; 
Thou  bidst  me  take  my  place,  a  welcome  guest, 

Among  thy  saints,  and  of  thy  banquet  eat. 

My  praise  can  only  breathe  itself  in  prayer ; 

My  prayer  can  only  lose  itself  in  thee. 
Dwell  thou  forever  in  my  heart ;  and  there, 

Lord,  I  shall  sup  with  thee  and  thou  with  me. 


A-men. 


5H 


Seeing  Him  who  is  invisible. 

H.  Bonar. 


Ernan.    ios. 

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•"     Here  would  I  touch  and  handle  things  unseen ; 
Here  grasp  with  firmer  hand  th'  eternal  grace, 
And  all  my  weariness  upon  thee  lean. 

2  Here  would  I  feed  upon  the  bread  of  God  ; 

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Here  would  I  lay  aside  each  earthly  load  ; 
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3  Too  soon  we  rise  ;  the  symbols  disappear ; 

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The  bread  and  wine  remove,  but  thou  art  here, — 
Nearer  than  ever, — still  my  Shield  and  Sun. 

4  Feast  after  feast  thus  comes  and  passes  by  ; 

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The  Lamb's  great  bridal  feast  of  bliss  and  love. 


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A-men. 


515,  5i6. 


FUNERAL  HYMNS. 


402 


CJC      John  vi.  55. 

**     U        J.  Conder. 


ROSEFIELD.      7S.   61. 
C.  Malan. 


BREAD  of  heaven !  on  thee  I  feed, 
For  thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed ; 
Ever  may  my  soul  be  fed 
With  this  true  and  living  Bread ; 
Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied 
Through  the  life  of  him  who  died. 

Vine  of  heaven !  thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice ; 
'Tis  thy  wounds  my  healing  give; 
To  thy  cross  I  look,  and  live ; 
Thou,  my  Life,  O,  let  me  be 
Rooted,  grafted,  built  on  thee ! 


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A-men. 


5i6 


Death  of  the  Righteous 

Mrs.  Barbauld. 

J  J  in  1  h.fcUUp4aH 


Sweden.     L.  M. 

H.  Hiles. 


O  W  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies ! 
When  sinks  his  weary  soul  to  rest, 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes, 

How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast ! 

So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day  ; 

So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

Triumphant  smiles  the  victor's  brow, 
Fanned  by  some  guardian  angel's  wing : 

O  grave,  wneue  is  thy  victory  now, 
And  where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting ! 


403 


FUNERAL  HYMNS. 


517. 


517 


Burial  of  a  Saint. 

/.  Watts. 


Saul.    S.  M. 

Handel. 


T  TNVAIL  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb, 
^      Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust ; 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room, 

To  seek  a  slumber  in  the  dust.  :|| 
Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 

Invade  thy  bounds  :  no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 

While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose.  :|| 
So  Jesus  slept ; — God's  dying  Son 

Passed  through  the  grave  and  blessed  the  bed ; 
Rest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  his  throne 

The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shade.  :[ 

For  the  4th  Stanza. 


Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn  ! 

Attend,  O  earth !  his  sovereign  word  : 
Restore  thy  trust — a  glorious  form — 

Called  to  ascend  and  meet  the  Lord. 


5i8,  519. 


HYMNS  FOR    THE 


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Mrs.  Mackay. 


ASHWELL.      L,  M. 
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1  A  SLEEP  in  Jesus !  blessed  sleep, 

•**•     From  which  none  ever  wake  to  weep  ! 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes  ! 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus !  O,  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ! 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 

That  death  hath  lost  its  venomed  sting ! 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus !  peaceful  rest, 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ! 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour 
Which  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus !  O  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be  ! 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 

And  wait  the  summons  from  on  high. 


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5i9 


Salvation  nearer. 

P.  Doddridge. 

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2  Swift  on  the  wings  of  time  it  flies, 

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Then  welcome  each  declining  day  ! 
Welcome  each  closing  year ! 

3  Not  many  years  their  round  shall  run, 

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Prayer  for  the  New  Year. 

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Hear  our  song  of  thankfulness ; 
Jesus,  our  Redeemer,  hear. 

2  In  our  weakness  and  distress, 

Rock  of  Strength,  be  thou  our  stay ; 
In  the  pathless  wilderness, 
Be  our  true  and  living  way. 

3  Who  of  us  death's  awful  road 

In  the  coming  year  shall  tread, — 
With  thy  rod  and  staff,  O  Lord, 
Comfort  thou  his  dying  bed. 

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Keep  us  evermore  thine  own  ; 
Help  thy  servants  to  endure  ; 
Fit  us  for  the  promised  crown. 


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521. 


HYMNS  FOR    THE 


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Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly, 

Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger, 

For  0,  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand, 

Our  friends  are  passing  over, 
And  just  before,  the  shining  shore 

We  may  almost  discover. 

2  We'll  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 

Our  heavenly  home  discerning; 
Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word, 
Let  every  lamp  be  burning. — Chorus. 

3  Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 

We  need  not  cease  our  singing ; 
That  perfect  rest  naught  can  molest. 

Where  golden  harps  are  ringing. — Chorus, 

4  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow, 

Each  chord  on  earth  to  sever ; 
Our  King  says  Come,  and  there's  our  home. 
Forever,  O  forever. — Chorus. 


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CLOSE   OF   THE    YEAR. 


522. 


The  old  Year. 


Benevento.     7s.  D. 

6".  Webbe. 

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Y\  7THLE,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 
*  V       Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

Never  more  to  meet  us  here : 
Fixed  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below : 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little — none  can  know. 

As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find  ; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind, — 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream ; 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise, 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 


Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive, 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 

With  eternity  in  view : 
Bless  thy  word,  to  young  and  old ; 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love ; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 


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523,  524. 


DOXOLOGIES. 


408 


523 


Ken's  Doxology. 

T.  Ken. 


Old  Hundredth.    L.  M. 

G.  Franc. 


T3RAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  ; 
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Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


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Primitive  Doxology. 


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P.  Humphreys. 


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ALPHABETICAL 

INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES 


Grace  Church,  L.  M A  broken  heart,  rny  God,  my  King 36 

Gorton,   S.  M A  charge  to  keep  I  have 369 

Chalvey,  S.  M.  D A  few  more  years  shall  roll 495 

Arlington,  C.  M A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page 139 

Nottingham,  CM A  mother  may  forgetful  be 455 

Arden,  C.  M A  stranger  in  a  barren  land 266 

Eventide,  ios Abide  with  me,  fast  falls  the  eventide 476 

St.   Peter,  C.  M According  to  thy  gracious  word 505 

Hereford,   S.  M   Against  thee,  Lord,  alone 37 

Martyrdom,  C.  M Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 186 

Coronation,  CM All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 216 

Crown  Him,  C.  M All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 216 

Bethlehem,  C  M All  that  I  was,  my  sin  and  guilt 322 

Martyrs,  C  M Almighty  Father  of  mankind 46 

St.  Peter,  C  M Amazing  grace,  how  sweet  the  sound 318 

Abney,  CM Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross? 344 

Hullah,  7-6.  D And  is  the  time  approaching 432 

St.  Leonard's,  CM.  D And  wilt  thou  now  forsake  me,  Lord 314 

Arimathea,  7s  (Chorus) Angel,  roll  the  rock  away 209 

Hamden,  8-7-4 .Angels  from  the  realms  of  glory 173 

Elparan,  L.  M Another  six  days'  work  is  done 441 

Faith,  C.  M Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat 261 

Lenox,  H.  M Arise,  my  soul,  arise 223 

St.  Ann's,  CM Arise,  my  soul,  my  joyful  powers.. 140 

St.  Martin's,  C.  M Arise,  O  King  of  grace,  arise 89 

Stephanos,  85,83 Art  thou  weary,  art  thou  languid 238 

Ashwell,  L.  M Asleep  in  Jesus,  blessed  sleep 518 

St.  Chrysostom,  L.  M.  61. . .  As  oft  with  worn  and  weary  feet ....   377 

Barby,  CM As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams 27 

Sunset,  L.  M.  D At  even,  ere  the  sun  was  set 477 

Hebron,  L.  M At  thy  command,  O  Lord,  our  hope 508 

St.  Michael's,  S.  M Awake  and  sing  the  song 386 

Missionary  Chant,  L.  M Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 472 

Missionary  Chant,  L.  M Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays 156 

Christmas,  C  M Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve 334 

Missionary  Chant,  L.  M Awake  our  souls,  away  our  fears 335 

Cambridge,  C  M Awake,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes 519 

Old  Hundredth,  L.  M Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 66 

St.  Agnes,  C.  M Before  the  cross  of  him  who  died 202 

28    V 


4io  INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

TUNE.  FIRST   LINE.  HYMN 

Olmutz,  S.  M Behold  what  wondrous  grace 362 

Ludwig,  76,76;  77,76 Blessed  Comforter,  come  down 247 

Mizpeh,  7s Blessed  fountain,  full  of  grace 327 

Duffield,  7s.  61. Blessed  Saviour,  thee  I  love 187 

Dennis,  S.  M Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace go 

Cambridge,  C.  M Blest  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know 53 

Olmutz,  S.  M Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds. 421 

Armagh,  C.  M Blest  day  of  God,  most  calm,  most  bright 436 

Lenox,  H.  M Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 457 

Rosefield,  7s.  61 Bread  of  heaven,  on  thee  I  feed 515 

Sanctuary,  98,98 Bread  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken 504 

Harvey,  ii-io.  D Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning.  174 

Meribah,  C.  P.  M Bright  scenes  of  bliss,  unclouded  skies 268 

Balfour,  888,6 Burdened  with  guilt,  wouldst  thou  be  blest. . . .  462 

Stuttgart,  8-7.  D Call  Jehovah  thy  salvation 58 

Preston,  C.  M Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm 365 

Monkland,   7s Children  of  the  heavenly  King 384 

Cyprus,  7s.  61 Chosen  not  for  good  in  me 325 

Edom,  8-7.  61 Christ  is  made  the  sure  foundation 419 

Sorrento.     7s.  D Christ  of  all  my  hopes  the  ground 160 

Nuremburg,  7s Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day 204 

Quebec,  L.  M Come,  blessed  Spirit,  source  of  light 246 

Quebec,  L.  M Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell 363 

Bayley,  6-4 Come,  Holy  Ghost,  in  love 252 

Eastnor,  S.  M Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come 243 

Mear,  C.  M Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 242 

Greenwood,  S.  M Come,  kingdom  of  our  God 228 

St.  Ann's,  CM   Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 221 

Duke  Street,  L.  M Come,  let  us  sing  the  song  of  songs 215 

Euston  Road,  C.  M Come,  let  us  to  the  Lord  our  God 257 

Advent,  S.  M Come,  Lord,  and  tarry  not 227 

Mendon,  L.  M Come,  O  Creator-Spirit,  blest 241 

Pentonville,  S.  M Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad 62 

Italian  Hymn,  6-4. Come,  thou  almighty  King 99 

Euston  Road,  C.  M ...  .Come  to  the  ark,  come  to  the  ark 458 

Welcome,  7-6.  D Come  unto  me,  ye  weary 165 

Consolation,  ii-io Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish.. .  269 

St.  George,  7s.  D Come,  ye  thankful  people,  come 471 

Greenville,  8-7-4 Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden 284 

Mornington,  S.  M Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs 115 

Diademata,   S.  M.  D Crown  him  with  many  crowns 217 

Hermon,  C.  M Daughter  of  Zion,  from  the  dust 450 

Faith,  CM   Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul 376 

Expostulation,  iis Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner,  draw  near 464 

Spanish  Hymn,  7s.  D Does  the  Gospel-word  proclaim 270 

Evan,  CM Do  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord 333 

Kirk,  7-6.  D.  (Tr.) Dying  souls,  fast  bound  in  sin 459 

Dunstan,  CM Early,  my  God,  without  delay 42 

Chester,  L.  M Eternal  Source  of  light  divine 132 

Tintern,  7s.  61 Ever  patient,  gentle,  meek 353 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


411 


TUNE.  FIRST   LINE.  HYMN 

Crusader's  Hymn,  11,8. 10,8.. Fairest  Lord  Jesus,  Ruler  of  all  nations 328 

Dover,  S.  M Far  as  thy  name  is  known 32 

Chebar,  S.  M Far  from  my  heavenly  home 92 

Oratory,  C.  M.  D Father,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines 141 

Brunswick,  CM.  61 Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life 352 

Refuge,  C.  M Father  of  love,  our  Guide  and  Friend 375 

St.  Agnes,  C.  M Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 372 

Ganges,  C.  P.  M Fear  not,  O  little  flock,  the  foe 417 

Mizpeh,  7s Feeble,  helpless,  how  shall  1 289 

Azmon,  CM Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands 315 

Salisbury,  10,10,10,8 For  all  the  saints,  who  from  their  labors  rest. .  416 

St.  Thomas,  S  M For  all  thy  saints,  O  God 426 

Balerma,  CM Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be 303 

Parah,  S.  M Forever  with  the  Lord 410 

Garnet,  10,7  ;  10,7 Forgive  my  folly,  O  Lord  most  holy 255 

Lubeck,  7s For  thy  mercy  and  thy  grace 520 

Federal  Street,  L.  M Fountain  of  grace,  rich,  full  and  free 159 

Old  Hundredth,  L.  M From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 75 

Thanksgiving,  L.  M From  day  to  day  before  our  eyes 448 

Pilgrimage,  S.  M.  (Chorus).  .From  Egypt's  bondage  come 389 

Retreat,  L.  M From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows 431 

Missionary  Hymn,  L.  M. . .  .From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 444 

Genoa,  887,887 From  the  cross  the  blood  is  falling 183 

St.  Agnes,  CM From  the  first  dawn  of  infant  life 134 

Norwich,  7= Gently,  gently  lay  thy  rod 4 

Christi  Gratia,  8-7.  D Gently,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us 301 

Kingdom,  H.  M Gird  on  thy  conquering  sword 29 

London,  CM Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise 423 

Dover,  S.  M Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears 305 

Vienna,  8-7.  D Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken 446 

The  Grand  Chant Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  to  the  Son 524 

S wanton,  6-4 Glory  to  God  on  high, 222 

Nottingham,  C  M Glory  to  God,  whose  witness-train 425 

Tallis'  Hymn,  L.  M Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night 475 

America,  6-4 God  bless  our  native  land 467 

Rathbun,  8-7 God  is  love  :  his  mercy  brightens 116 

Alleyn,  87,87  ;  887 God  is  our  Refuge  ever  near 31 

Uxbridge,  L.  M God  is  the  Refuge  of  his  saints 30 

Windsor,  C  M God,  my  Supporter  and  my  Hope 50 

Park  Street,  L.  M God  of  my  life,  through  all  its  days 119 

Affection,  76,76  ;  78,76 God  of  my  salvation,  hear 191 

Wales,  84,84 ;  88,84 God,  who  madest  earth  and  heaven 490 

Silver  Street,  S.  M    Grace,  'tis  a  charming  sound 321 

All  Saints,  L.  M Great  God,  beneath  whose  piercing  eye 469 

Dundee,  CM Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou 112 

Dedham,  C  M Great  God,  thy  sovereign  power  impart 494 

Monmouth,  87,87 ;  887 Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear 233 

Dundee,  C  M Great  is  the  Lord  ;  his  praise  be  great 470 

St.  Thomas,  S.  M Great  is  the  Lord  our  God 33 

Rockingham,  L.  M Great  Sun  of  righteousness,  arise n 

Welch,  8-7-4 Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah 135 

Worthing,  8-7 . Hail,  thou  long-expected  Jesus 168 

Webb,  7-6.  D Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed 49 


412 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


TUNE.  FIRST   LINE.  HYMN 

Southport,  C.  M Hail,  tranquil  hour  of  closing  day 492 

Beatitude,  C.  M Happy  the  home  when  God  is  there 435 

Hamburg,  L.  M Happy  the  man  whose  cautious  feet 1 

Southwell,  C.  M Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined 427 

Annunciation,  C.  M Hark  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes . .  169 

Mendelssohn,  7s.  D Hark  the  herald-angels  sing 172 

Benevento,  7s.  D Hark  the  song  of  jubilee 229 

Stuart,  79,77 Haste,  O  sinner,  now  be  wise 463 

Justin,  7s He  has  come,  the  Christ  of  God 167 

He  leadeth  me,  L.  M.  D He  leadeth  me,  O  blessed  thought 133 

Mendon,  L.  M He  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives 224 

Ensign,  L.  M He  reigns  ;  the  Lord  the  Saviour  reigns 64 

Medfield,  C.  M He  who  on  earth  as  man  was  known 220 

Bethabara,  8-7.  D Hear  what  God  the  Lord  hath  spoken 447 

Euston  Road,  C.  M Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims. . .  400 

Grace  Church,  L.  M Here  at  thy  cross,  my  gracious  Lord 281 

Ernan,   ios Here,  O  my  Lord,  I  see  thee  face  to  face 514 

Mendon,  L.  M High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God 25 

Pentecost,  777,5 Holy  Ghost,  the  Infinite 249 

Norwich,  7s Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine 244 

Nicaea,   12,13  ;  12,13 Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God  Almighty 102 

Offertory,  77,77;  88,88 Holy  offerings,' rich  and  rare 276 

Furth,  S.  M.  D How  beauteous  are  their  feet 442 

Germany,  L.  M How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine 176 

Sweden,  L.  M How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies 516 

Hastings,  86,86;  88 How  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn 208 

Chester,  L.  M How  do  thy  mercies  close  me  round 489 

Portuguese  Hymn,  iis How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord. .  313 

Dennis,  S.  M How  gentle  God's  commands 299 

Parah,  S.  M How  heavy  is  the  night 235 

Swabia,  S.  M How  honored  is  the  place 415 

Fulbert,  C.  M How  large  the  promise,  how  divine 434 

D  Alston,   S.  P.  M How  pleased  and  blest  was  1 83 

Mear,  C.  M How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 506 

Sweden,  L.  M    How  sweetly  flowed  ihe  gospel's  sound 175 

Beatitude,  C.  M How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 144 

Vox  Dilecti,  CM.  D I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say 273 

Boylston,  S.  M I  hear  thy  word  with  love 13 

Balerma,  C.  M I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 279 

Corner  Stone,  L.  P.  M I'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath 96 

Moravian  Hymn,  C.  M.  D..  .1  love  the  Lord  ;  he  lent  an  ear 74 

Nashville,  L.  P.  M I  love  the  volume  of  thy  word 14 

Boylston,  S.  M I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord 91 

Oak,  64,64  ;  666,4 I'm  but  a  stranger  here 398 

Nativity,  CM I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord 337 

Martyrdom,  CM . .  I  saw  One  hanging  on  the  tree 184 

Bristol,  C.  M I  set  the  Lord  before  my  face 7 

Swabia,  S.  M I  stand  on  Zion's  mount 3*° 

Sweden,  L.  M I  thirst,  but  not,  as  once  I  did 359 

Dundee,  CM I  waited  patient  for  the  Lord 26 

Good  Shepherd,  S.  M.  D.  ..I  was  a  wandering  sheep 3X9 

Lubeck,  7s I  will  praise  thee  every  day 239 

Frederick,  iis I  would  not  live  alway,  I  ask  not  to  stay 405 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES.  4*3 

TUNE.  FIRST   LINE.  HYMN 

Armagh,  C.  M If  human  kindness  meets  return 511 

Weimar,  98,98  ;  88 If  thou  but  suffer  God  to  guide  thee 304 

Marlow,  CM In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 339 

Dundee,  C.  M In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee 93 

Tully,  7-6.  D In  heavenly  love  abiding 294 

Hullah,  7-6.  D In  holy  contemplation 295 

Bedford,  CM. . .   In  latter  days,  the  mount  of  God 456 

Grace  Church,  L.  M In  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid  ...    474 

Woolsey,  777,5 In  the  dark  and  cloudy  day 382 

Haverhill,  S.  M In  true  and  patient  hope 40 

Hesperus,  8s.  D Inspirer  and  hearer  of  prayer 482 

Solyma,  C.  M.  D Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 396 

Christ  Church,  H.  M Jerusalem  on  high 403 

Ewing,  7-6.   D Jerusalem  the  golden 388 

Harmony  Grove,  L.  M Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be 345 

Worgan,  7s.  (Chorus.) Jesus  Christ  is  risen  to-day 207 

Dijon,  7s Jesus,  grant  me  this,  I  pray 194 

Bethabara,  8-7.  D Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken 272 

Pretorium,   76,76  ;  78,76 Jesus,  let  thy  pitying  eye 190 

M'Ilvaine,  78,78  ;  77 Jesus  lives,  and  so  shall  I 206 

Hollingside,  7S.  D Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul 155 

Martyn,  7s.  D Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul 155 

St.  Saviour,  888,4 Jesus,  my  Saviour,  look  on  me 149 

Trinity  College,  S.  M.  D..  .Jesus,  my  strength,  my  hope 349 

Calvary,  76,76  ;  88,77 Jesus,  Name  all  names  above 193 

Missionary  Chant,  L.  M . .  .Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun   48 

Zinzendorf,  55,88,55 Jesus,  still  lead  on 331 

Pleyel's  Hymn,  7s Jesus,  take  me  for  thine  own 360 

Raphael,  C.  M Jesus,  these  eyes  have  never  seen 329 

Hamburg,  L.  M Jesus,  the  sinner's  friend,  to  thee 288 

Eustis,  C.  M Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  thee 152 

Chester,  L.  M Jesus,  thou  joy  of  loving  hearts 153 

Angelus,  L.  M Jesus,  whom  angel  hosts  adore 170 

Nativity,  C.  M Joy  fills  the  dwellings  of  the  just 77 

Howitt,  H.  M Join  all  the  glorious  names 148 

Cambridge,  C.  M Joy  to  the  world  ;  the  Lord  is  come 65 

Durham,  7s Joyful  be  the  hours  to-day 147 

Park  Church,  888,6 Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 286 

Rathbun,  8-7 Know,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation 354 

Ludwig,  76,76  ;  77,76 Lamb  of  God,  whose  bleeding  love 502 

LuxBentgna,  10,4;  10,4;  io.io.Lead,  kindly  light,  amid  th'  encircling  gloom. .  306 

Tilleard,  8-7.  61 Lead  us,  heavenly  Father,  lead  us 104 

Stephens,  C.  M Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing 413 

Esther,  8-7    D Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 158 

Ensign,  L.  M Lo,  God  is  here  ;  let  us  adore 108 

Sychar,  8-7 Lo,  the  Lord  Jehovah  li veth 9 

Dedham,  C.  M Lo,  there's  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace 290 

Northfield,  C.  M Lo,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 454 

Victoria,  8-7-4 Look,  ye  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious 219 

Olmutz,  S.  M Lord,  at  this  closing  hour 500 

Greenville,  8-7-4.. .  -. Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing 496 


4I4  INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

TUNE.  FIRST  LINE.  HYMN 

Faith,  C.  M Lord,  I  believe,  thy  power  I  own 283 

Evan,  C.  M Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice.   79 

Lux,  7s.  61 Lord,  I  look  for  all  to  thee 21 

Warwick,  C.  M Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 3 

Martyrs,  C.  M Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 399 

Manoah,  C.  M Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went 343 

Dedham,  C.  M Lord,  may  the  spirit  of  this  feast 509 

Quebec,  L.  M Lord  of  all  being,  throned  afar 117 

Sorrento,  7s.  D Lord  of  earth,  thy  forming  hand 127 

Spanish  Hymn,  7s.  D Lord  of  mercy,  just  and  kind   6 

Flemming,  11, 11 ;  11,5 Lord  of  our  life,  and  God  of  our  salvation. .  . .  430 

Newbury,  H.  M Lord  of  the  worlds  above 52 

Refuge,  C.  M Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray 2 

Lucerne,  6s.  D.  (Tr) Lord,  thy  word  abideth 138 

Ramoth,  7s.  61 Lord,  to  thee  alone  we  turn 274 

Hull,  L.  M Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 97 

Beecher,  8-7.  D Love  divine,  all  love  excelling 348 

St.  Peter,  C.  M Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 237 

Hereford,  S.  M Mine  eyes  and  my  desire 18 

America,  6-4 My  country,  'tis  of  thee 468 

Shining  Shore,  8-7.D.(Iamb.).My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by 521 

Grace  Church,  L.  M My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord 180 

Olivet,  6-4 My  faith  looks  up  to  thee 300 

Doddridge,  L.  M My  God,  and  is  thy  table  spread 510 

Rose  Hill,  L.  M My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love 120 

Balerma,  C.  M My  God,  how  wonderful  thou  art 113 

Nazareth,  L.  M My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs 38 

Almsgiving,  888,4 My  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray 373 

Thanksgiving,  L.  M My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise 95 

Medfield,  C.  M My  God,  the  covenant  of  thy  love  378 

Raphael,  C.  M My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys 385 

Chester,  L.  M My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right 260 

Croydon,  S.  M My  Maker  and  my  King 129 

Invitation,  C.  M.  D My  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend 47 

Hesperus,  8s.  D My  Saviour,  whom  absent  I  love 402 

Laban,  S.  M My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard 341 

London,  C.  M My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord 250 

Dover,  S.  M My  soul,  it  is  thy  God 342 

Boylston,  S.  M My  soul,  repeat  his  praise 71 

Steggall,   S.  M My  spirit  on  thy  care 20 

Waterstock,  H.  M My  trust  is  in  the  Lord 5 

Bethany,  64,64  ;  666,4 Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee 358 

Sweden,  L.   M New  every  morning  is  the  love 473 

Uxbridge,  L.  M No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more ; . . .  259 

Badea,  S.  M Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts . .  196 

Bickersteth,  ios Not  worthy,  Lord,  to  gather  up  the  crumbs..  . .  513 

Harvest,  86,886,8   Nothing  but  leaves  ;  the  spirit  grieves 340 

Flemming,  ii,ii  ;  11,5 Now,  God  be  with  us,  for  the  night  is  closing..  478 

Rockingham,  L.  M Now  I  resolve  with  all  my  heart 262 

Wittemberg,  67,67  ;  66,66. .  .Now  thank  we  all  our  God 105 

Beatitude,  C.  M Now  to  the  haven  of  thy  breast 291 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES.  415 

TUNE.  FIRST    LINE.  HYMN 

St.  Michael's,  S.  M O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul 70 

Parah,  S.  M O  blessed  souls  are  they 22 

ELWIN,  7-6.  D O  bread  to  pilgrims  given 503 

Montgomery,  S.  M O  cease,  my  wandering  soul 280 

Evan,  CM O  Christ,  our  ever-blessed  Lord 197 

St.  Cross,  L.  M O  come  and  mourn  with  me  a  while 182 

Ariel,  C.  P.  M O  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth 154 

Aurelia,  7-6.   D  . . .  . O  day  of  rest  and  gladness 438 

Buxton,  S.  M.  D O  everlasting  light 157 

Paulina,  lis O  eyes  that  are  weary  and  hearts  that  are  sore.   296 

Cilicia,  888 O  Father,  uncreated  Lord 103 

Balerma,  C.  M O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 357 

Beatitude,  C.  M O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 367 

Warwick,  CM O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 143 

Gorton,  S.  M O  for  the  death  of  those 411 

Old  Hundredth,  L.  M O  God,  beneath  thy  guiding  hand 466 

Balerma,  CM O  God,  by  whom  the  seed  is  given 493 

Old  Hundredth,  L.  M O  God,  my  heart  is  fixed,  'tis  bent 73 

Ganges,  C.P.M O  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert 368 

Bristol,  C.  M O  God  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand 137 

Windsor.  C  M O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past 55 

Bartholdy,  7-6.  D O  God,  the  Rock  of  ages 56 

All-Saints,  L.  M O  God,  thou  art  my  God  alone 41 

Rose  Hill,  L.  M O  God,  thy  grace  and  blessing  give 298 

Manoah,  CM O  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live 277 

Harmony  Grove,  L.  M O  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 258 

Manoah,  C.  M O  help  us,  Lord  ;  each  hour  of  need 302 

Federal  Street,  L.  M O  holy  Lord,  uplifted  high 192 

Southard,   888,6 . .  .O  holy  Saviour,  Friend  unseen 292 

Bowdoin  Square,  C.  M O  holy  Spirit,  Lord  of  grace 424 

Mear,  C.  M O  how  I  love  thy  holy  law 81 

Elvet,  CM O  Jesus,  King  most  wonderful 150 

Refuge,  C.  M O  Jesus,  Saviour  of  the  lost 275 

Raphael,  CM O  Jesus,  thou  the  beauty  art 151 

Nazareth,  L.  M O  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content 131 

Almsgiving,  888,4 0  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth  and  sea 123 

Mear,  C.  M O  Lord,  our  fathers  oft  have  told 28 

St.  Leonard's,  CM.  D O  Lord,  who  teachest  us  on  earth 418 

Magdalene,  C  P.  M O  love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art 350 

Quebec,  L.  M O  Master,  let  me  walk  with  thee. 338 

Nicolai,  P.  M O  Morning  Star,  how  fair  and  bright 162 

Fair  Haven,  C  M.  D O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem 412 

Paradise,  86,86  ;  66,66 0  Paradise,  O  Paradise 407 

Park  Street,  L.  M O  render  thanks  to  God  above 72 

Passion  Choral,  7-6.  D O  sacred  Head,  now  wounded 185 

Faith,  C  M O  sinner,  bring  not  tears  alone 278 

Ashwell,  L.  M O  Spirit  of  the  living  God 245 

Still  Water,  11,9 ;  11,9 0  tell  me,  thou  life  and  delight  of  my  soul.  .  .  .  326 

Ashwell,  L.  M O  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone 361 

Bowdoin  Square,  C  M O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 80 

Rockingham,  L.  M O  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross 1S9 

Lawrence,  664,664 O  thou  best  gift  of  heaven 336 

Merrick,  C  P.  M O  thou  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith 287 

Hamburg,  L.  M O  thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry 35 


4t6  INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

TUNE.  FIRST   LINE.  HYMN 

Rose  Hill,  L.  M O  thou  true  Life  of  all  that  live 491 

Paulina,   iis O  thou  who  hast  died  to  redeem  us  from  hell. .  512 

Nazareth,  L.  M O  thou  whose  mercy  bends  the  skies 43 

Martyrdom,  CM O  thou  whose  tender  mercy  hears 265 

Eastnor,  S.  M 0  what,  if  we  are  Christ's 428 

Mear,  CM     O  where  are  kings  and  empires  now 422 

Advent,  S.  M O  where  shall  rest  be  found 254 

Lyons,  10,10,11,11 O  worship  the  King  all-glorious  above 124 

Newbury,  H.  M O  Zion,  tune  thy  voice 443 

Ancyra,  C.  M.  D On  Jordan's  rugged  banks  I  stand 395 

Zion,  8-7-4 On  the  mountain's  top  appearing 451 

Cary,  S.  M One  sweetly  solemn  thought 387 

Friendship,  8-7.  D One  there  is  above  all  others 179 

Martyrs,  CM.    .  .    Oppressed  with  noonday's  scorching  heat 201 

Janua  Cgeli,  L.  M.  D Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead 213 

Monsell,  S.  M Out  of  the  deep  I  call 87 

Martyrdom,  C  M Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress 88 

Rapture,  7s.  D Palms  of  glory,  raiment  bright 390 

Even  me,  87,87  ;  337 Pass  me  not,  O  God  our  Father 253 

Spanish  Hymn,  7s.  D People  of  the  living  God 429 

Cleveland,  7s.  D Pilgrim,  burdened  with  thy  sin 271 

Duffield,  7s.  61 Pity,  Lord,  the  child  of  clay 282 

St.  George,  7s.  D Pleasant  are  thy  courts  above 51 

Barby,   C.  M Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 199 

Old  Hundredth,  L.  M Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow 523 

Mendelssohn,  7s.  D Praise  the  Lord,  his  glories  show 98 

Nuremburg,  7s Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise 130 

Horton,  7s Prince  of  peace,  control  my  will. . 366 

Severn,  iis.  (Tr.) Purer  yet  and  purer 364 

Exultation,  7-6.  D Rejoice,  all  ye  believers 234 

Rhine,  H.  M Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King 226 

Etn*  Feste  Burg,  87 Rejoice  to-day  with  one  accord 0 122 

Dort,  6-4 .    . Rise,  glorious  Conqueror,  rise 210 

Amsterdam,  76,76  ;  77,76. . .  .Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings 393 

Rock  of  Ages,  7s.  61 Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  foi  me 195 

Toplady,  7s.  61 Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me 195 

Dix.  7s.  61 Safely  through  another  week 440 

Annunciation,  C  M Salvation,  O  the  joyful  sound 317 

Ellers,  ios Saviour,  again  to  thy  dear  name  we  raise 498 

Stockwell,  8-7 Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing 487 

Sicilian  Hymn,  8-7 Saviour,  source  of  every  blessing 236 

Waldo,  7s Saviour,  teach  me  day  by  day 323 

Sicilian  Hymn.  8-7 Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation 251 

Germany,  L.  M Saviour,  when  night  involves  the  skies 146 

St.  Agnes,  C  M   Searcher  of  hearts,  from  mine  erase 101 

Ezekiel,  8-7-4 See  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain 453 

Bethlehem,  C  M See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand..    . .    433 

St.  Thomas,  S.  M See  what  a  living  stone 78 

Bayley,  6-4 Shepherd  of  tender  youth 166 

St.  Ann's,  C.  M Shine  on  our  land,  Jehovah,  shine 44 

Federal  Street,  L.  M Show  pity,  Lord  ;  O  Lord,  forgive 34 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES.  417 

TUNE.                                                                                FIRST    LINE.  HYMN 

Greenwood,  S.  M Since  Jesus  is  my  Friend 311 

Alleys,  87,87;  887 Sing  praise  to  God  who  reigns  above 106 

Cleveland,  7s.  D Sinner,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep 461 

Benevento,   7s.  D. Sinners,  turn  ;  why  will  ye  die  ? 460 

Seymour,  7s Softly  now  the  light  of  day 479 

Silver  Street,  S.  M Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord 136 

Ames,  L.  M Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears 330 

Exultation,  7-6.  D Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus 332 

Haverhill,  S.  M Still  with  thee,  O  my  God 355 

Keble,  L.  M Sun  of  my  soul  ;  thou  Saviour  dear 481 

London,  CM Supreme  in  wisdom  as  in  power 114 

Shawmut,  S.  M Sure,  there's  a  dreadful  God 24 

Armagh,  C.  M Sweet  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace 94 

Missionary  Chant,  L.  M. . .  .Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King 59 

Mornington.  S.  M Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord 60 

Monsell,  S.  M Sweet  is  thy  mercy,  Lord 370 

.  Benediction,  L.  M.  61 Sweet  Saviour,  bless  us  ere  we  go 497 

Friendship,  8-7.  D Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 200 

Alford,  76,86.  D Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand 392 

Bava,  L.  M Th'  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  high 63 

Winchcombe.  10s The  Bridegroom  comes,  Bride  of  the  Lamb 231 

Vigilate,  S.  M.  (Chorus). . .  .The  Church  has  waited  long 232 

Aurelia,  7-6.   D The  Church's  one  foundation 414 

Boylston,  S.  M The  day  is  past  and  gone 488 

Anatolius,  76,76  ;  88. The  day  is  past  and  over 480 

Pelham,  S.  M The  day  of  praise  is  done   485 

Langton.   S.  M The  day,  O  Lord,  is  spent 483 

Abney,  CM Th'  eternal  gates  lift  up  their  heads 212 

Merrick,  C  P.  M The  festal  morn,  my  God,  is  come 84 

Leont,  66,84.  D The  God  of  Abraham  praise in 

Olivers,  66,84.  D The  goodly  land  I  see 218 

Badea,  S.  M The  harvest  dawn  is  near 86 

Uxbridge,  L.  M The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord 10 

Homeland,  7-6.  D The  homeland,  O  the  homeland 397 

Cecilia,  8-7.  (Iamb.) The  King  of  love  my  shepherd  is 16 

Cleopas,  C  M The  Lord  be  with  us  as  we  bend 499 

Trenton,  L.  M The  Lord  is  King ;  lift  up  thy  voice 109 

D  Alston,  S  P.  M The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  and  royal 61 

Christ  Church,  H.  M The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  ;  his  throne no 

Badea,  S.  M The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is 15 

Nottingham,  C  M The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light 19 

Fulbert,  C.  M The  Lord  will  raise  Jerusalem 69 

Abney,  C  M The  mercies  of  my  God  and  King 54 

Swabia,   S.  M The  people  of  the  Lord 406 

Martyrdom,  C  M The  promise  of  my  Father's  love ....  501 

Darwell,  H.  M The  promises  I  sing 312 

Hertford,   C  M.  D The  Saviour,  by  whose  name  I'm  called 346 

Ellacombe,  C  M.  D The  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war 420 

Pentonville,  S.  M The  Spirit  in  our  hearts 465 

Evening  Sacrifice,  64,66.  . .  .The  sun  is  sinking  fast 484 

Howitt,  H.  M Their  hearts  shall  not  be  moved 85 

Hora  Quietus,  6s There  is  a  blessed  home 409 

Cowper,  C  M There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 198 


4i8  INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


TUNE.  FIRST   LINE.  HYMN 

Hertford,  C.  M.  D There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 394 

Southwell,  C.  M There  is  a  safe  and  secret  place 57 

Steggall,  S.  M This  is  the  day  of  light 437 

St.  Martin's,  C.  M This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made 76 

Fxpectation,  87,887  ;  77,77.  .Thou  art  coming,  O  my  Saviour 230 

Ascension,  S.  M.  D Thou  art  gone  up  on  high 211 

St.  Leonard's,  CM.  D Thou  art  my  hiding-place,  O  Lord 293 

Bedford,  C.  M Thou  art  the  way,  to  thee  alone 163 

Southwell,  C.  M Thou  grace  divine,  encircling  all 121 

Selena,  L.  M.  61 Thou  hidden  source  of  calm  repose 164 

Rothwell,  L.  M Thou,  Lord  of  all,  the  parent  art 118 

Affection,  76,76  ;  78,76 Thou,  O  Lord,  in  tender  love 351 

Fiat  Lux,  6-4 Thou  whose  almighty  word 100 

Ames,  L.  M Though  now  the  nations  sit  beneath 452 

Melita,  L.  M.  61 Though  waves  and  storms  go  o'er  my  head 310 

Invitation,  C.  M.  D Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life 23 

Windsor,  C.  M Through  endless  years  thou  art  the  same 68 

Wales,  84,84  ;  8884 Through  the  love  of  God  our  Saviour 309 

Hebron,  L.  M Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on 486 

Creation,   L.  M.  61 Thy  glory,  Lord,  the  heavens  declare 12 

Bethlehem,  C.  M Thy  home  is  with  the  humble,  Lord 356 

Via  Lucis,  6s.  D Thy  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord 371 

Glastonbury,  7s.  61 Till  he  come,  O  let  the  words 507 

Elwin,  7-6  D 'Tis  not  that  I  did  choose  thee 320 

Olmutz,  S.  M To  bless  thy  chosen  race 45 

Thatcher,  S.  M To  God  in  whom  I  trust  17 

St.  Michael's,  S.  M To  God  the  only  wise 142 

Swanwick,  C.  M To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 240 

Moscow^,  L.  M Triumphant  Zion,  lift  thy  head 445 

Dedham,  C.  M Try  us,  O  God,  and  search  the  ground 347 

Saul,  L.  M Unvail  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb 517 

Newbury,  H.  M Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes 82 

Nuremburg,  7s Wake  the  song  of  jubilee 225 

Langran,  ios Weary  of  earth  and  laden  with  my  sins 264 

St.  Petersburg,  L.  M.  61 Weary  of  wandering  from  my  God 267 

Holyrood,  7s Weary  sinner,  keep  thine  eyes 285 

Langton,  S.  M, Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest 439 

Azmon,  C.  M We  seek  a  rest  beyond  the  skies 401 

Dunstan,  C.  M We  wait  in  faith,  in  prayer  we  wait 449 

Beulah,  7s.   D What  are  these  in  bright  array 391 

Hull,  L.  M What  equal  honors  shall  we  bring. . .    214 

Hebron,  L.  M What  sinners  value  I  resign 8 

St.  Ann's,  C.  M What  though  no  flowers  the  fig-tree  clothe 374 

Evan,  C.  M When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God 126 

St.  Petersburg,   L.  M.  61 When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view 178 

Bartholdy,  7-6.  D When  human  hopes  all  wither 203 

Arlington,  C.  M When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 404 

Brunswick,  86,86  ;  88 When  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God 379 

Hamburg,  L.  M When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 188 

Bethlehem,  C.  M When  languor  and  disease  invade 380 

Caswall,  66,6  ;  66,6 When  morning  gilds  the  skies 161 

Stabat  Mater,  887,887 When  no  eye  its  pity  gave  us 181 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES.  419 

TUNE.                                                                                FIRST   LINE.  HYMN 

Holyrood,  7s When  our  heads  are  bowed  with  woe 383 

Thatcher,   S.  M   When  overwhelmed  with  grief. 39 

Ames,  L.  M When  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise 308 

St.  Matthias,  L.  M.  61 When,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies 145 

Gethsemane,  7s.  61 When  this  passing  world  is  done 324 

Anglia,  C.  M.  D While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by  night.  171 

Brattle  Street,  C.  M.  D. .  .While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power 128 

Benevento,  7s.  D While,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 522 

Hermon,  CM While  yet  the  life-proclaiming  word 263 

Federal  Street,  L.  M Whither,  O  whither  should  I  fly 297 

Cecilia,  8-7.  (lamb.j Who  trusts  in  God,  a  strong  abode 107 

China,  C.  M Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends 408 

Refuge,  C.  M Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 248 

Miserere,  L.  M With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh 256 

St.  Agnes,  C.  M With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 177 

Old  Hundredth,  L.  M With  one  consent  let  all  the  earth 67 

Angelus,  L.  M With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around 381 

Annunciation,  C.  M Ye  choirs  of  New  Jerusalem .  205 

Lyons,  io,io,ii,ii Ye  servants  of  God,  your  Master  proclaim 125 

Olmutz,  S.  M Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints 307 


INDEX    OF 


AUTHORS    AND    THEIR    HYMNS 


Note. — The  ascription  of  a  hymn  to  an  author  in  this  book  does  not  imply  that  the  hymn  is  an 
exact  transcript  of  the  writer's  original  text.  Abridgments  and  other  modifications  in  common 
use  in  the  churches  have  been  retained,  instead  of  restoring  obsolete  readings  ;  and  when  several 
variant  readings  are  in  use,  choice  has  been  freely  made  among  them. 


Adams,  Mrs.  Sarah  Flower,  1805-1848,  of  Cam- 
bridge, England.    358. 

Addison,  Joseph,  1672-1719,  Essayist  and  Poet. 
126. 

Akerman,  Mrs.  L.  E.    340. 

Alexander,  Mrs.  Cecil  Frances,  1823—,  wife 
of  Bishop  Alexander  of  Derry,  Ireland.     212. 

Alexander,  James  Waddell,  1804-1859,  Pro- 
fessor and  Pastor,  at  Princeton  and  New  York. 
181,  185. 

Alford,  Henry,  1810-1871,  Dean  of  Canterbury. 
392,  471. 

Allen,  James,  1734-1804,  of  Yorkshire,  Eng- 
land.   200,  222. 

Anatolius,  T458,  Patriarch  of  Constantinople. 
480. 

Aquinas,  Thomas,  1227-1274,  u  The  Angelic 
Doctor."    ?  503. 

Auber,  Miss  Harriet,  1773-1862,  of  London.   60. 


Bacon,  Leonard,  1802-1881,  Pastor  at  New 
Haven.     225,  452,  466,  492,  512. 

Baker,  Henry  Williams,  1821-1887,  Baronet, 
Vicar  of  Monkland,  Herefordshire,  Editor  of 
"Hymns  Ancient  and  Modern."  16,  87,  106, 
122,  138,  194,  409,  428. 

Barbauld,  Mrs.  Anna  L^etitia,  1743-1825,  Au- 
thor.    130,  516. 

Barber,  Mary  A.  S.    366. 

Baxter,  Richard,  1615-1691,  Curate  of  Kidder- 
minster.   399. 

Beddome,  Benjamin,  1717-1795,  Baptist  Pastor 
in  England.     246. 

Bernard  of  Clairvaux,  1091-1153,  Abbot  of 
Clairvaux.     150 — 153,  185. 

Bernard  of  Morlaix,  12th  century,  Monk  of 
Clugny.    388. 

Bickersteth,  Edward  Henry,  1825—,  Minister 
of  Christ  Church,  London.     56,  275,  507,  513. 

Bonar,  Horatius,  1808 — ,  Pastor  at  Edinburgh. 
J57»  I07,  170,  183,  201,  227,  231,  232,273,  319,322, 
3^5,  37i,  495,  5i4-  r  _      ,      J 

Borthwick,  Miss  Jane,  1825—,  England.  234, 
331,  432. 

Bowring,  John,  1792-1872,  Knight,  Linguist, 
Author,  and  Statesman.     116,  175. 


Brady,  Nicholas,  1659-1726,  Associate  with 
Nahum  Tate  in  a  version  of  the  Psalms.  23, 
27,  28,  37,  45,  67,  72,  73,  77,  171. 

Bridges,  Matihew,  1800 — ,  England.  202,  210, 
217. 

Brooks,  Charles  T.,  1813— ,  Pastor  at  New- 
port.   467. 

Bruce.  Michael,  1746-1767,  Author  of  "  Scotch 
Paraphrases  "  often  ascribed  to  John  Logan. 
46,  114,  374,  456. 

Bunting,  William  Maclardie,  1805-1866,  Wes- 
leyan  Minister,  London.    263. 

Burgess,  George.  1809-1866,  Bishop  of  the  P.  E. 
Church  in  Maine.    86. 

Burns,  James  Drummond,  1823-1864,  Pastor  in 
Scotland  and  in  London.    355. 


Campbell,    Robert,    1799-1868,    Advocate    at 

Edinburgh.    205. 
Cary,  Phebe,  1825-1871,  New  York.    387. 
Caswall,    Edward,   1814-1878,    Priest    of    the 

Oratory,  Birmingham.     150-152,  161,  241,  484, 

491. 
Cennick,  John,  1717-1755,  Wesleyan  Preacher. 

384- 
Chandler,  John,    1806-1876,  Vicar   of  Witley. 

278,  424. 
Clement,  cir.  217,  of  Alexandria.     166. 
Codner,    Mrs.    Elizabeth,    1835   — ,     England. 

253- 
Coffin,  Charles,  1676-1749,    Principal   of    the 

College  of  Dor  mans- Beau  vais,  Paris.     424. 
Collyer,  William  Bengo,  1782-1854,  Pastor  in 

London.    233. 
Conder,  Josiah,  1789-1855,  Author  and    Poet. 

31,  109,  320,  379,  515. 
Cook,  Russell  Sturgis,  1814-1864,  New  York. 

462. 
Cowper,  William,   1731-1800,  Poet.      131,  139, 

198,  239,  295,  357,  402,  447. 
Coxe,  Arthur  Cleveland,  1818  — ■  Bishop  of 

the  P.  E.  Church  in  Western  New  York,    176, 

422. 
Crabbe,    George,    1754-1832,   Poet,    London. 

271. 


INDEX   OF  AUTHORS  AND    THEIR  HYMNS. 


421 


Crossman,  Samuel,  1624-1683,  Prebendary  of 
Bristol.    403. 

Croswell,  William,  1804-1854,  Pastor  in  Bos- 
ton.    343. 

Dexter,  Henry  Martyn,  1821—,  Editor,  Bos- 
ton.    166. 

Dix,  William  Chatterton,  1837—,  Surgeon, 
Bristol,  England.     165. 

Doane,  Geobge  Washington,  1799-1859,  Bishop 
of  the  P.  E.  Church  in  New  Jersey.     163,  479. 

Doddridge,  Philip,  1702-1751,  Pastor  and  Prin- 
cipal at  Northampton,  England.  29,  119,  137, 
169, 258,  260,  299,  312,  321,  333,  334,  378,  433,  443, 
445.  510,  519. 

Downton,  Henry,  1818 — ,  English  Chaplain  at 
Geneva.    520. 

Duffield,  George,  Jr.,  1818— ,  Pastor  at  Lan- 
sing.    187.  332. 

Dwight,  Timothy,  1752— 1817,  President  of 
Yale  College.    91. 

Edmeston,  James,  1791-1867,  Architect,  London. 

104.  159,  377,  487- 
Ellerton,  John,    1826 — ,   Rector  of  Hinstock, 

Shropshire.    437,  485.  498,  499. 
Elliot,   Miss  Charlotte,  1789-1871,  Brighton, 

England.    286,  292,  353,  373. 
Elven,   Cornelius,    1797—,  Pastor  at   Bury  St. 

Edmund's.     256. 
Evans,   Albert  Eubule,  Vicar  in  Derbyshire. 

274. 

Faber,  Frederick  Wm.,  1814-1863,  Priest  of  the 

Oratory,  Birmingham.     113,  182,  356,  407.  497. 
Fawcett,    John,    1739-1817,    Baptist    Minister, 

England.    421,  496. 
Fitch,  Eleazar  Thompson,  1790-1S71,  Professor 

in  Yale  College.    500. 
Fulbert,  t  cir.  1029,  Bishop  of  Chartres.     205. 
F  urn  ess,    William    Henry,   1802— ,    Pastor    in 

Philadelphia.    289. 

Gellert,  Christian  Fuerchtegott,  1715-1769, 
Professor  at  Leipsic    206. 

Gerhardt,  Paul,  1606-1676,  Pastor  in  Berlin. 
115,  185,  305,  311. 

Gilmore,  Joseph  Henry,  1834 — ,  Professor.   133. 

Gisborne,  Thomas,  1758-1846,  Prebendary  of 
Durham.     146. 

Gladden,  Washington,  1836 — ,  Pastor  at  Col- 
umbus, Ohio.     338. 

Goode,  William,  1762-1816,  Parish  Minister  in 
London.    6,  9. 

Grant,  Robert,  77*5-1838,  Governor  of  Bom- 
bay.    124,  127,  178. 

Grigg,  Joseph,  1723-1768,  Pastor  in  London. 
345- 

Gustavus  Adolphus,  1594-1632,  King  of  Swe- 
den.   417. 

Guyon,  Madame  Jeanne  Bouvier  de  la  Motte, 
1648-1717,  of  Paris.     131. 

Hammond.  William,  1719-1783,  Moravian  Min- 
ister, London.     386. 

Hart,  Joseph,  1712-1768,  Pastor  in  London. 
243-284. 

Hastings,  Thomas,  1784-1872.  Doctor  of  Music, 
New  York.     208,  255,  301,  326,  459,  464. 

Havergal,  Frances  Ridley,  1836-1879,  Author. 
230. 

Haweis,  Henry  R.,  Minister  in  London.     397. 


Hawkesworth,  John,  1715-1773,  London.    474. 

Heath,  George,  1781-1822.     341. 

Heber,  Reginald,  1783-1826,  Bishop  of  Calcutta. 

102,  174,  420,  444,  490,  493,  504. 
Holmes.  Oliver  Wendell,  1809 — ,  Professor  in 

Harvard  University.     117. 
How.    William   Walsham,   1823—,   Bishop    of 

Bedford.    192,  416. 

Irons,  William  Josiah,  18 12 — Parish  Minister 
in  London.    375. 

Johns,  John,  18 — .     228. 

Jones,  Edmund,  1722-1765,  Baptist  Preacher  in 
Wales.    279. 

Keble,  John,  1792-1866,  Vicar  of  Hursley.  473, 
481. 

Keith,  George,  cir.  1787.     313. 

Kelly,  Thomas,  1769-1855,  Lawyer  and  Preach- 
er, Dublin.     147,  219,  327,  389,  406,  451,  453. 

Ken,  Thomas,  1637-1711,  Bishop  of  Bath  and 
Wells.    472,  475,  523. 

Laurenti,  Laurentius,  1660-1722,  Precentor  at 
Bremen.    234. 

Leeson,  Jane  E.,  t  1853,  England.    85,  323. 

Lf.land,  John,  1754-1841,  Baptist  Minister  in 
Massachusetts.    488. 

Lyte,  Henry  Francis,  1793-1847,  Parish  Minis- 
ter in  Devonshire.  4,  5,  20,  21,  51,  54,  57,  92, 
98,  272,  354,  470,  476. 

MacCheyne,  Robert  Murray,  1813-1843,  Pas- 
tor at  Dundee.    324,  325. 

Macduff,  John  Robert,  18 ,  Parish  Minis- 
ter, Glasgow.     149. 

Mack-ay,  Margaret,  1801— .    518, 

Mant,  Richard,  1776-1848,  Bishop  of  Down  and 
Connor.    426. 

Marriott,  John,  1780-18:5,  Rector  in  Warwick- 
shire.    100. 

Mason,  John,  t  1694,  Rector  of  Water-Strat- 
ford.    2=0,  436. 

Massie,   Richard,    18 ,  Translator  from  the 

German.    418. 

Medley.  Samuel,  1738-1799,  Baptist  Pastor  at 
Liverpool.     154,  156. 

Merrick,  James,  1720-1769,  of  Oxford.     84. 

Milman,  Henry  Hart,  Dean  of  St.  Paul's. 
302,  383. 

Monsell^  John  Samuel  Bewley,  1811-1875,  Rec- 
tor at  Guildford.    276,  370. 

Montgomery,  James,  1771-1854,  of  Sheffield. 
12,  41,  49,  58,  74,  136,  173,  215,  229,  245,  254,  280, 
390,  391.  410,  429,  448,  450,  505. 

Moore,  Thomas,  1779-1852,  Poet  Laureate.   269. 

Morris,  George  P.,  1802-1864,  New  York.    101. 

Morrison,  John,  1749-1798,  Author  of  some  of 
the  Scotch  Paraphrases.    257. 

Muhlenberg,  V\  illiam  Augustus,  1796-1877, 
Pastor  in  New  York.    280,  405. 

Neale,  John  Mason,  1818-1866,  Warden  of 
Sackville  College.  193,  238,  388,  419,  449,  480, 
483. 

Nelson,  David,  1793-1844.     521. 

Nf.umarck,  George,  1621-1681,  Librarian  at 
Weimar.     304. 

Newman,  John  Henry,  1801— ,  Cardinal  New- 
man.   306. 


422 


INDEX   OF  AUTHORS  AND    THEIR   HYMNS. 


Newton,  John,  1725-1807,  Parish  Minister  in 
London.  144,  179,  184,  220,  251,  261,  270,  318, 
401,  440,  446,  522. 

Nicolai,  Philip,  1556-1608,  Pastor  in  Hamburg. 
162. 

NlCHOLLS,  ,  336. 

Noel,  Gerard  Thomas,  1782-1854,  Vicar  of 
Ramsey.    511. 

Olivers,    Thomas,    1725-1799,   Preacher  under 

Whitefield.     111,  218. 
Onderdonk,   Henry  Ustick,  1789-1858,  Bishop 

of  the  P.  E.  Church  in  Pennsylvania.  461,  465. 

Palmer,  Ray,  1808—,  Pastor  at  Albany  and 
Newark.     153,  252,  300,  329,  503. 

Parker,  Edwin  Pond,  1836—,  Pastor  at  Hart- 
ford.   266. 

Perronet,  Edward,  1 1792.  Wesleyan  Minister, 
216. 

Peters,  Mary  Bewley,  t  1856.    309. 

Pusey,  Philip,  1799-1855.     130. 

Raffles,  Thomas,  1788-1862,  Pastor  in  Liver- 
pool.   293. 

Rawson,  George,  18 ,  of  Leeds.    249,  382. 

Reed,  Andrew,  1788-1862,  Pastor  in  London. 
244. 

Rinkart,  Martin,  1586-1649,  Pastor  in  Saxony. 
105. 

Robert  II.,  972-1031,  King  of  France.    252. 

Robinson,  Robert.  1735-1790,  Baptist  Minister 
at  Cambridge,  England.     236. 

Roscoe,  William,  1763-1831,  Historian.     469. 

Rothe,  John  Andrew,  1688-1758,  Pastor  in  Sile- 
sia.   310. 

Russell,  Arthur  Tozer,  1806-1874,  Rector  in 
Sussex.     103. 

Ryland,  John,  1753-1825,  Pastor  at  Bristoh   339. 

Scott,  Thomas,  t 1776.  Minister  at  Ipswich,  Eng- 
land ;  not  the  Commentator.    209,  463. 

Scudder,  Eliza,  18 ,  of  Boston.     121. 

Seagrave,  R.,  1693 — .    393. 

Shirley,  Walter,  1725-1786,  Minister  in  Ire- 
land.   200. 

Shrubsole,  William,  1759-1829,  of  London. 
145. 

Sigourney,  Lydia  Huntley,  1792-1865,  of  Hart- 
ford.    509. 

Smith,  Samuel  Francis,  1808 — ,  Baptist  Pastor 
in  Boston.    468. 

Steele,  Miss  Anne,  1716-1778,  of  Broughton, 
Hampshire.  129,  224,  240,  262,  265,  268,  277, 
308,  372,  376,  455. 

Stennett,  Joseph,  1663-1713,  Baptist  Pastor  in 
London.    441. 

Stennett,  Samuel,  1727-1795,  Baptist  Pastor  in 
London.    237,  395. 


St.  Saba,  Stephen  of,  725-794,  a  Monk.     238. 

Stone,  Samuel  John,  1839—,  Minister  in  Lon- 
don.    264,  414. 

Stowell,  Hugh,  1799-1865,  Canon  of  Chester. 

Swain,  Joseph,  1 761-1796,  Baptist  Pastor  in  Lon- 
don.   316,  342. 

Tate,  Nahum,  1652-1715,  Poet  Laureate.     See 

under  Nicholas  Brady. 
Taylor,  Thomas  Rawson,  1807-1835,  Pastor  in 

Sheffield.     398. 
Tersteegen,  Gerhard,  1697-1769,  of  Miihlheim, 

108. 
Theoctistus,   cir.  890,  surnamed  "  of  the  Stu- 

dium."     193. 
Toke,  Mrs.  Emma  Leslie,  1812— ,Ashford,  Kent. 

211. 
Toplady,  Augustus  Montague,  i74o-i778,Vicar 

in  Devonshire.     195,  285,  287,  307,  380,  482. 
Twells,   Henry,    1823—,   Rector  of  Waltham. 

477- 

Wardlaw,  Ralph,  17 — -1853,  Pastor  in  Glasgow. 
160. 

Waring,  Miss  Anna  L>etitia,  1820—.    294,  352. 

Watts,  Isaac,  1674-1748,  Pastor  in  London.  1-3, 
7.  8,  10,  11,  13-15,  17-19.  22,  24-26,  30.  32-36,  38, 
39,  42-44,  47,  48,  50,  52,  53,  55.  59,  61-66,  68,  69- 
71,  75,  76,  78-83,  88-90,  93-97,  no,  112,  120,  140- 
142,  148,  177,  180,  186,  188,  189,  196,  199,  214, 
221,  235,  242,  248,  259,  281,  290,  315,  317,  330, 
335,  337,  344,  362,  363-  385,  394,  400,  404,  408, 
415,  423,  434,  439,  442,  454,  486,  494,  5°i,  5°6, 
508,  517. 

Wesley,  Charles,  1708-1788,  the  Poet  of  the 
Methodist  Reformation.  40,  99,  125,  132,  143, 
J55,  I58,  164,  168,  172,  190,  191,  204,  213,  223, 
226,  247,  267,  288,  291.  297,  303.  347-351,  361, 
367-369,  413,  427,  457,  460,  489,  502. 

Wesley,  John,  1703-1791,  the  Leader  of  the 
Methodist  Reformation.  66,  108,  115,  118,  305, 
310. 

White,  Hugh,  18 ,    381. 

Williams,  Miss  Helen  Maria,  1762-1827,  of 
Paris.     128. 

Williams,  P.  and  W.,  Methodist  Preachers  in 
Wales,  17 .     135. 

Willis,  Richard  Storrs,  1819— ,  of  Detroit. 
328, 

Winkworth,  Miss  Catherine,  1829-1878,  Trans- 
lator of  German  hymns.  105,  162,  304,  311, 
417,  478. 

Wordsworth,  Christopher,  1807 — ,  Bishop  ot 
Lincoln.     123.  438. 

Wreford,  John   Reynell,   18 ,  of  Bristol. 

283. 

Zinzendorf.  Nicolaus  Ludwig,  Count  von, 
Bishop  of  the  Moravians.    331. 


INDEX    OF 

COMPOSERS    AND    THEIR    TUNES 


Ahle,  Johann    Rudolph.   1625-1673.     Nurem- 

burg. 
Arne,  Thomas  Augustine,  Mus.  Doc,  1710-1778. 

Arlington. 
Arnold,  William,  1768-1832.     Bethlehem. 

Bach,  John  Sebastian,  1685-1750.  Passion  Cho- 
rale (arr.). 

Bacon,  Leonard  Woolsey,  1830 — .  Corner- 
stone {arr),  Duffield,  Hesperus  (arr.),  Lu- 
cerne, Miserere,  Montgomery,  Paulina  (arr.), 
Southard  (arr.),  Woolsey. 

Baker,  H.,  18 — .     Quebec. 

Balfour,  ,  18 — .     Balfour. 

Barnby,  Joseph,  1838—.  Anatolius,  Benedic- 
tion, Casvvall,  Cleopas,  Diademata,  Genoa, 
Monsell,  Paradise,  Refuge,  Salisbury. 

Beethoven,  Ludwig  von,  1770-1827.  Germany, 
Gorton,  Ludwig,  Mizpeh. 


Blumenthal,  Jacques,  1829—,    Cleveland. 
Bortnianski,   Di 
burg. 


Bradbury,  William   B., 

He  Leadeth  Me. 
Brown,  Arthur  H.,  183 


mitry,  1751-1825.  St.  Peters- 
1816-1868.  Even  Me, 
-.    Tintern. 


Calkin,  John  Baptist,  1827 — .  Advent,  En- 
sign, Ramoth,  Winchcombe. 

Carey,  Henry,  1685-1743.     ?  America. 

Chapin,  Aaron,  17 — 18 — .    Fair  Havens. 

Clark,  Jeremiah,  1670-1707.    Nottingham. 

Conkey,  Ithamar,  1815-1867.     Rathbun. 

Croft,  William,  Mus.  Doc,  1677-1727.  St. 
Ann's. 

Crossley,  Thomas  H.  H.,  1846 — .     Ancyra. 

Cruger,  Johann,  1598-1662.     Wittemberg. 

Darwell,  Rev.  John,  1731-1789.     Darvvell. 

Daye,  John.  1522-1584.    St.  Michael's. 

Deane,  J.  H.,  18 .    Sorrento. 

Decius,  Nicholas,  t  1529.     Alleyn. 

Dickenson,  Rev.  C.  J.,  18 .  'Sanctuary. 

Donizetti,  Gaetano,  1798-1848.  Paulina,  Ra- 
phael. 

Drese,  Adam,  1630-1718.     Zinzendorf. 

Dykes,  Rev.  John  Bacchus,  Mus. Doc.  1823-1876. 
Alford,  Almsgiving.  Beatitude,  Cecilia,  Cilicia, 
Elvet,  Faith,  Glastonbury,  Hollingside,  Keble. 
Lux  Benigna,  Melita,  Merrick,  Nicaea,  Rock  of 
Ages,  St.  Agnes,  St.  Cross.  Stabat  Mater, 
Sychar,  Thanksgiving,  Vox  Dilecti,  Welcome. 

Edson,  Jonathan,  1748-1820.     Lenox. 

Elvey,  Sir  George  J.,  Mus.  Doc,  1816— .     St. 

George's,  Ascension. 
Ewing,  Rt.  Rev.  Alexander,  1830-18—.    Ewing. 


Filby,  W.  C,  18 .    St.  Chrysostom. 

Flemming,    Friedrich    Ferdinand,    1778-1813. 

Flemming. 
Franc,  Guillaume,  t  1570.    Old  Hundredth. 

Gardiner,  William,  1770-18—.     Dedham. 

Garrett,  George  M.,  Mus  Doc,  1834 .  An- 
nunciation. 

Gauntlett,  Henry  J.,  Mus.  Doc,  1806-1876. 
Chebar,  Fulbert,  Hertford. 

Giardini,  Felice,  1716-1796.     Italian  Hymn. 

Glaser,  Carl  Gotthelf,  1784-1829.     Azmon. 

Goss,  Sir  John,  Mus.  Doc,  1800-1880.  Janua 
Coeli,  VVaterstock. 

Goudimel,  Claude,  1510-1572.     Bava. 

Gounod,  Charles  Francois,  1818 — .  Edom, 
Park  Church. 

Gregorian  Tones.  Hamburg,  Nashville,  01- 
mutz,  Shavvmut. 

Handel,  George  Frederick,  1685-1759.  Bruns- 
wick, Christmas,  Saul,  Thatcher. 

Harvey,  A.,  18 .     Harvey. 

Hassler,  Johann  Leonard,  1564-1612.  Passion 
Chorale. 

Hastings,  THOMas,  Mus.  Doc,  1784-1872.  Gar- 
net, Hastings,  Retreat,  Rhine,  Stillwater,  Top- 
lady,  Zion. 

Hatton,  John,  t  1793.    Duke  Street. 

Havergal,  Rev.  William  H.,  1793-1870.  Evan, 
Fiat  Lux. 

Hay,  J.,  18 .     Dunstan. 

Haydn,  Franz  Joseph,  1732-1809.  Creation, 
MTlvaine.  Rapture,  Vienna. 

Haydn,  Johann  Michael,  1737-1806.  Furth, 
Lyons,  Newbury,  Solyma. 

Hayes,  William,  Mus.  Doc,  1707-1777.  Mag- 
dalen. 

Havne,  Rev.  Leighton  G.,  Mus.  Doc  1836 — . 
Chalvey. 

Henry,  ,  18 .     Good  Shepherd. 

Hermann,  Nicholas,  t  1561.    Abney. 

Herold,  Louis  J.  F.,  1791-1833,     Kirk. 

Hiles.  Henry,-Mus.  Doc,  18 .  St.  Leonard's, 

Sweden. 

Hiller.  Ferdinand,  1811 — .     Crown  Him. 

Hodges,  Edward,  Mus.  Doc,  1796-1876.  Bris- 
tol. 

Holden,  Oliver,  1765-1844.     Coronation. 

Hopkins,  Edward  J.,  1818— .  Ellers,  St.  Sav- 
iour, Welch. 

Hopkins,    Rev.  John    Henry,    D.D.,   1820 . 

Evening  Sacrifice. 

Hopkins,  Rev.  Josiah,  1786-1862.  Expostulation. 

Hullah,  John,  LL.D.,  1812— .     Hullah. 


424 


INDEX  OF  COMPOSERS  AND    THEIR    TUNES. 


Ingalls, 


Northfield. 


Irons,  Herbert  S.,  1834 — .     Southwell. 
Ives,  Elam,  1802-1804.     Beulah. 

Jenner,    Rt.  Rev.   Henry    L.,    1820—.      Hora 

Quietis. 
Jones,  Rev.  Darius  E.,  1815-1881.    Stockwell. 
Jones,  Rev.  William,  1726-1800.    Stephens. 
Josephi,  George,  16 .    Angelus. 

King,  Rev.  A.,  18 .    Eastnor. 

Kingsley,  George,  j8ii-i8— .     Frederick,  Pel- 
ham,  Southport. 
Kirbye,  George,  15 — 16—.     Windsor. 
Knapp,  William,  1698-1768.    All  Saints. 
Knecht,  Justin  Heinrich,  1752-1817.    Justin. 

Lahee,  Henry,  1826 —    Nativity. 

Langran,  James,  1835 — .     Langran. 

B.  P.  L.     Park  Church  (arr.),  Sunset. 

Linley,  Thomas,  cir.  1800.     Pentonville. 

Lucas,  James,  1762 — .    Swanwick. 

Luther,  Martin,  1483-1546.     Ein'  Feste  Burg. 

Lwoff,  Alexis,  1799-1870.     Moscow. 

Malan,  Rev.  Cesar,  1787-1864.    Rosefield. 

Marsh,  Simeon  B.,  1708-1875.     Martyn. 

Martin,  George  W.,  18 .     Buxton. 

Mason,  Lowell,  Mus.  Doc,  1792-1872.  Ariel, 
Ash  well,  Azmon  (arr.),  Bethany,  Boylston, 
Cowper,  Dort,  Elwin,  Ernan,  Hamburg  (arr.), 
Hamden,  Haverhill,  Hebron,  Hereford,  Her- 
mon,  Laban,  Meribah,  Missionary  Hymn, 
Nashville  (arr.),  Oak,  Olivet,  Olmutz  (arr.), 
Parah,  Preston,  Rockingham,  Severn.  Shaw- 
mut  (arr.),  Stuart,  Swanton,  Tully,  Uxbridge. 

Mather,  William,  1756-1808.     Medfield. 

Mendelssohn-  Bartholdy,  Felix,  1809-1847. 
Alleyn  (arr.),  Wittemberg  (arr.),  Bartholdy 
(arr.),  Mendelssohn,  Cyprus,  Bickersteth. 

Miller,  Edward,  Mus.  Doc,  1731-1807.  Dod- 
dridge. 

Monk,  William  H.,  1823—.  Eventide,  Expec- 
tation, St.  Matthias,  Stephanos,  Victoria. 

Mornington,  Garret  Wellesley,  Earl  of, 
1735-1781.     Eustis.  Mornington. 

Mozart,  Wolfgang  A.  von,  1756-1791.  Affec- 
tion, Friendship,  Waldo. 

Nageli,  Johann,  George,  1773-1836.     Dennis. 
Nares,  James,  Mus.  Doc,  1715-1783.    Amster- 
dam. 
Neukomm,  Sigismund,  1778-1858.    Ames. 
Neumarck,  George,  1621-1681.     Weimar. 
Nicolai,  Rev.  Philip,  1556-1608.     Nicolai. 

Oliver,  Henry  K.,  1800 — .  Federal  Street, 
Harmony  Grove. 

Paine,  John  K.,  1839—.  Affection  (arr.),  King- 
dom. 

Parker,  Rev.  Edwin  Pond,  1836 — .  Arden, 
Calvary. 

Pergolesi,  Giovanni  Battista,  1710-1736. 
Durham. 

Pleyel,  Ignatius,  1757-1831.  Brattle  Street, 
Grace  Church,  Pleyel's  Hymn 


Randall,  John,  Mus.  Doc,  1715-1799.  Cam- 
bridge. 

Reading,  John,  1677-1764.    Portuguese  Hymn. 

Redhead,  Richard,  1820 — .  Gethsemane,  Holy- 
rood,  Offertory. 

Reinagle,  Alexander  R.,  1799-1877.  Christi 
Gratia,  St.  Peter. 

Root,  George  F.,  1820 — .  Rose  Hill,  Shining 
Shore. 

Roper,  C.  F.,  18 .     Arimathea. 

Rossim,  Giacomo,  1792-1868.     Manoah. 

Rousseau,  Jean  Jacques,  1712-1778.   Greenville. 

Schultz,  Johann  A.  P.,  1747-1800.  Elparan, 
Worthing. 

Schumann,  Robert,  1810-1856.     Chester. 

Shields,  .    Trenton. 

Smart,  Henry,  1812-1879.  Bethabara,  Euston 
Road,  Exultation. 

Smith,  Isaac,  t  1800.    Silver  Street. 

Spohr,  Ludwig,  1784-1859.     Cary,  Invitation. 

Stainer,  John,  Mus.  Doc,  1840 — .  Lux,  Oli- 
vers, Via  Lucis. 

Stanley,  Samuel,  1767-1822.    Warwick. 

Steggall,  Charles,  Mus.  Doc,  1826 — .  Christ 
Church,  Steggall,  Vigilate. 

Stephens,  Charles  E.,  1821 — .     Pretorium. 

Storl,  Johann  G.  C,  1676-1743.     Bartholdy. 

Streatfield,  C,  18 .     Langton. 

Sullivan,  Arthur  S.,  Mus.  Doc,  1842 — . 
Homeland,  Pentecost,  Pilgrimage. 

Swan,  Timothy,  1760-1842.     China. 

Sweetzer,  Joseph  E.,  1825—.    Greenwood. 

Tallis,  Thomas,  1530-1585.    Tallis's  Hymn. 
Tansur,    William,    1700-1783.      Barby,    Roth- 
well,  St.  Martin's. 
Turle,  James,  1802 — .     Armagh,  Tilleard. 

Vail,  S.  J.  18 .    Harvest. 

Venua,  Frederic,  1788-18—.     Park  Street. 
Vogler,  Abbe,  17 .     Bowdoin  Square. 

WARTENSEE,       X,      SCHNYDER       VON,       1786-18 — . 

Horton. 

Webb,  Geobge  James,  1813-18— .     Webb. 

Webbe,  Samuel,  1740-1816.  Benevento,  Con- 
solation, Nazareth. 

Weber,  Carl  Maria  von,  1786-1826.     Seymour. 

Wesley,  Samuel  Sebastian,  Mus.  Doc,  1810- 
1876.    Aurelia. 

West,  Rev.  Lewis  R.,  1753-1826.     Croydon. 

Wheall,  William,  Mus.  Bac ,  1 1745    Bedford. 

White,  Edward  L.,  18 .     Bayley. 

Wilkes,  John  P.,  18 .     Monkland. 

Willcox,  John  Henry,  1827-18—.  Ezekief, 
Trinity  College. 

Williams,  Aaron,  1731-1776.  Dalston,  Mear, 
St.  Thomas. 

Willis,   Richard    Storrs,   18 .     Crusaders' 

Hymn  (arr.),  Trenton  (arr.). 

Wilson,  Hugh,  17 — 18 — .     Martyrdom. 

Woodburv,  Isaac  B.,  1819-1858.    Selena. 

Worgan,  John,  Mus.  Doc,  1715-1790.    Worgan. 

Zeuner,  Charles,  1795-1857.   Missionary  Chant. 
Zundel,    John,     1815-188-.      Beecher,    Esther, 
Howitt,  Stuttgart. 


ALPHABETICAL 


INDEX    OF    TUNES 


C.  M Abney 54,  212,  344 

S.  M Advent 227,  254 

76,76;  78,76.  .  .Affection 191,  351 

76,86;  76,86... Alford 392 

87.87  ;  887 Alleyn 31,  106 

L.  M All-Saints 41,  469 

888,4 Almsgiving 123,  373 

664  ;  6664 America 467,  468 

L.  M Ames 308,  330,  452 

76,76;  77,76.    .Amsterdam 393 

76,76  ;  83 Anatolius 480 

C.  M.  D Ancyra 395 

L.  M Angelus 170,  381 

C.  M.  D Anglia 171 

CM Annunciation, 

169,  205,  317 

CM Arden 266 

C  P.  M Ariel   154 

7s Arimathea 209 

C  M Arlington 13c),  404 

C  M Armagh. 94,  436,  511 

S.  M.  D Ascension 211 

L.  M Ashwell 245,  361,  518 

7-6.  D Aurelia 414,  438 

C  M Azmun 315,  401 

S.  M Badea 15,  86,  196 

C  M Balerma, 

113,  279,  303,  357,493 

838,6 Balfour 462 

CM Barby 27,  199 

7-6.  D Bartholdy 56,  203 

L.  M Bava 63 

664  ;  6664 Bayley 166,  252 

CM Beatitude, 

144,  29:,  367,  435 

C  M Bedford 163,  456 

8-7.    D Beecher 348 

L.  M.  61 Benediction 497 

29 


7s.   D Benevento.  .229,  460,  522 

8-7.   D Bethabara 272,  447 

64,64;  66,64.  •  -Bethany 358 

C  M Bethlehem, 

322,  356,  380,  433 

7s.  D Beulah 391 

10s Bickersteth 513 

C  M Bowdoin  Square.  .80,  424 

S.  M Boylston.  ..13,  71,  91,  488 

C.  M.  D Brattle  Street 128 

C.  M Bristol   7,  137 

C  M.   61 Brunswick 352 

86,86  ;  88 Brunswick 379 

S.  M.  D Buxton 157 


76.76  ;  88,77. .  .Calvary 193 

C.  M Cambridge.. .  .53,  65,  519 

S.  M Carv 387 

666,666  Cas'wall 161 

8-7 Cecilia 16,  107 

S.  M.  D Chalvey 495 

S.  M Chebar 92 

L.  M Chester.  132, 153,260,  489 

C  M China 408 

H.  M Christ  Church .  .  no,  403 

8-7.  D Christi  gratia 301 

C  M Christmas 334 

888 Cilicia 103 

C  M Cleopas 499 

7s.  D Cleveland 271,  461 

11,10  ;  11,10. .  .Consolation 269 

L.  P.  M Corner-Stone 96 

M Coronation 216 

M Cowper 198 

M.  61 Creation   12 

M Crown  Him 216 

M Croydon   129 


C 

c 

L 

C 

s. 

11,8  ;  10,8 Crusader's  Hymn 328 

7s.  61 Cyprus 325 


426 


ALPHABETICAL  INDEX   OE   TUNES. 


S.  P.  M Dalston 61,  83 

H.  M Darwell 312 

CM Dedham, 

290,  347,  494,  509 

S.  M Dennis 90,  299 

S.  M.  D Diademata 217 

7s Dijon 194 

76.  61 Dix 440 

L.  M Doddridge 510 

664  ;  6664 Dort 210 

S.  M. . . Dover 32,  305,  342 

7s.  61 Duffield 187,  282 

L.  M Duke  Street 215 

C.  M Dundee.  .26,  93,  112,  470 

CM Dunstan 42,449 

7s Durham 147 

S.  M Eastnor 243,  428 

87,87  ;  66, 667.. Em'  Feste  Burg 122 

8-7.  61 Edom 419 

C.  M.  D Ellacombe 420 

10s Ellers 498 

L.  M Elparan 441 

CM El  vet 150 

7-6.  D Elwin 320,  503 

L.  M Ensign 64,  108 

10s Ernan 514 

8-7.  D Esther 158 

CM Eustis. .  , 152 

C  M Euston  Road, 

257,  400,  458 

C.  M Evan. . .  79,  126,  197,  333 

6466 Evening  Sacrifice. . .  .484 

87,87  ;  337 Even  Me 253 

10s Eventide 476 

7-6.   D Ewing 388 

87,887  ;  77,77.  .Expectation 230 

ns     Expostulation 464 

7-6.  D Exultation 234,  332 

8-7-4 Ezekiel 453 

C  M.  D Fair  Havens 412 

C.  M Faith.  .261,  278,  283,  376 

L.  M Federal  Street, 

34,  159,  192,  297 

664;  6664 Fiat  Lux 100 

11,11,11,5 Flemming 430,  478 

us Frederick 405 

8-7.  D Friendship 179,  200 

C  M Fulbert 69,  434 

S.  M.  D Furth 442 


C  P.  M Ganges 368,  417 

558,558 Garnet 255 

88,7  ;  88,7 Genoa 183 


L.  M Germany 146,  176 

7s.  61 Gethsemane  324 

7s.  D Glastonbury 507 

S.  M Gorton 369,  411 

S.  M.  D Good  Shepherd 319 

L.  M Grace  Church, 

36,  180,  281,  474 

8-7-4 Greenville 284,  496 

S.  M Greenwood 228,  311 

8-7-4 Hamden 173 

L.  M Hamburgh.  1,35,  188,  288 

L.  M Harmony  Grove  .  258,  345 

86;  8864 Harvest 340 

11-10.  D Harvey 174 

86,86;  88 Hastings 208 

S.  M Haverhill 40,  355 

L.  M Hebron 8,  486,  508 

L.  M.  D He  leadeth  me 133 

S.  M Hereford 18,  37 

C.  M Hermon 263,  450 

C.  M.  D Hertford 346,  394 

8s.  D Hesperus 402,  482 

7s.  D Hollingside 155 

7s Holyrood 285,  383 

7-6.  D   Homeland 397 

6s Hora  Quietis 409 

7s Horton 366 

H.  M Howitt 85,148 

L.  M Hull 97,  214 

7-6.  D Hullah 295,  432 

C.  M.  D Invitation 23,  47 

664  ;  6664 Italian  Hymn 99 

L.  M.  D Janua  Coeli 213 

7s Justin 167 


L.  M Keble.  .. 

H.  M Kingdom. 

7-6.  D.  (Tr.)...Kirk 


.481 
..29 
459 


S.  M Laban 341 

10s Langran 264 

S.  M Langton 439,  483 

664  ;  664 Lawrence 336 

H.  M Lenox .223,457 

66,84.  D Leoni in 

C  M London 114,  250,  423 

7s Lubeck 239,  520 

6s.  D Lucerne 138 

76,76  ;  77,76 Ludwig 247,  502 

7s.  61 Lux 21 

10,4,10,4;  10,10. Lux  Benigna 306 

55.55;  65,65 Lyons 124,  125 


ALPHABETICAL  INDEX  OF   TUNES. 


427 


C.  P.  M Magdalene 350 

CM Manoah.  . .  .277,  302,  343 

C.  M Marlow 339 

7s.  D Martyn 155 

C.  M Martyrdom, 

88,  184,  186,  265,  501 

C.  M Martyrs 46,  201,  399 

CM Mear.28,  81,  242,422,  506 

C  M Medfield 220,  378 

L.  M.  61 Melita 310 

7s.  D Mendelssohn 98,  172 

L.  M Mendon 25,  224,  241 

C  P.  M Meribah 268 

C.P.M Merrick 84,  287 

78,78  ;  77 M'llvaine 206 

L.  M Miserere 256 

L.  M Missionary  Chant, 

48,  59,  156,  333,  472 

7-6.   D Missionary  Hymn. .  .444 

7s Mizpeh 289,  327 

7s Monkland 384 

87,87  ;  887 Monmouth 233 

S.  M Monsell 87,  370 

S.  M Montgomery 280 

CM.  D Moravian  Hymn 74 

S.  M Mornington 60,  115 

L.  M Moscow 445 

L.  P.  M Nashville 14 

C.  M Nativity 77.337 

L.  M Nazareth 38,  43,  131 

H.  M Newbury 52,  82,  443 

10,  11  ;  10,10. .  .Nicaea 102 

887  ;  887  ;  8448 .  Nicolai 162 

CM Northfield 454 

7s Norwich 4,  244 

C  M Nottingham.  19,  425,  455 

7s Nuremburg.130,  204,  225 

64,64  ;  66,64. .  .Oak 398 

77,77  ;  88,88  . . .  Offertory 276 

L.  M.. Old  Hundredth, 

66,67,  73,  75,  466,  523 

S.  M Olmutz, 

45,  307,  362,  421,  500 

66,84.   D Olivers 218 

664  ;  6664 Olivet 300 

CM.  D Oratory 141 

86,86  ;  66,66 Paradise 407 

S.  M Parah 22,  235,  410 

888,6 Park  Church 286 

L.  M Park  Street 72,  119 

7-6.    D Passion  Choral 185 

us Paulina. 296,512 


S.  M Pelham 485 

777,5 Pentecost 249 

S.  M Pentonville 62,  465 

66,86  ;  87 Pilgrimage 389 

7s Pleyel's  Hymn 360 

us Portuguese  Hymn. .  .313 

C  M Preston 365 

76,76  ;  78,76.  .  .Pretorium 190 

L.  M Quebec, 

117,  246,  338,  363 

7s.  D Ramoth 274 

C.  M Raphael. . .  .151,  329,  385 

7s.  D Rapture 390 

8-7 Rathbun 116,  354 

C.  M Refuge..  .2,  248,  275,  375 

L.  M Retreat 431 

H.  M Rhine 226 

L.  M Rockingham, 

11,  189,  262 

7s.  61 Rock  of  Ages 105 

7s.  61 Rosefield 515 

L.  M Rose  Hill. .  .  120,  298,  491 

L.  M Rothwell 118 

C  M St.  Agnes, 

101,  134,  177,  202,  372 

C  M St.  Ann's, 

44,  140,  221,  374 

L.  M.  61 St.  Chrysostom 377 

L.  M St.  Cross 182 

7s.    D St.  George 51,  471 

C  M.  D St.  Leonard's, 

293,  314,  418 

C.  M St.  Martin's 76,  89 

L.  M.  61 St.  Matthias 145 

S.  M St.  Michael's, 

70,  142,  386 

C.  M St.  Peter 237,  318,  505 

L.  M.   61 St.  Petersburg.  .  178,  267 

888,4 St.  Saviour 149 

S.  M St.  Thomas. .  .33,  78,  426 

10,10,10  ;  8 Salisbury 416 

98,98 Sanctuary 504 

L.  M Saul 517 

L.  M.  61 Selena 164 

6-5.  D Severn 364 

7s Seymour 479 

S.  M Shawmut   24 

8-7.  D.  (Iamb.). Shining  Shore 521 

8-7 Sicilian  Hymn  .  .236,  251 

S.  M Silver  Street ....  136,  321 

C  M.  D Solyma 396 

7s.  D Sorrento 127,  160 


428 


ALPHABETICAL  INDEX  OF   TUNES. 


888,6 Southard 292 

C.  M Southport 492 

CM Southwell. . .  57,  121,  427 

7s.  D Spanish  Hymn, 

6,  270,  429 

88,7  ;  88,7 Stabat  Mater 181 

S.  M Steggall 20,  437 

85,83 Stephanos 238 

CM Stephens 413 

11,9;  11,9 Still  Water 326 

8-7 Stockwell 487 

79-77 Stuart 463 

8-7.  D Stuttgart 58 

L.  M.  D Sunset 477 

S.  M Swabia 316,  406,  415 

664  ;  6664 Swanton 222 

CM Swanwick 240 

L.  M Sweden, 

175,  359.  473,  5i6 
8-7 Sychar 9 

L.  M Talus'  Hymn 475 

L.  M. Thanksgiving.. .  95,  448 

S.  M Thatcher 17,  39 

87,87,87 Tilleard 104 

7s.  61 Tintern 353 

7s.  61 Toplady 195 

S.  M.  D Trinity  College 349 


L.  M Trenton 

7-6.  D Tully... 


,109 
294 


L.  M UXBRIDGE IO,  30,  259 

6s.  D Via  Lucis 371 

8-7-4 Victoria 219 

8-7.   D Vienna 446 

S.  M.  D Vigilate 232 

C.  M.  D Vox  Dilecti 273 

7s Waldo 323 

84,84  ;  8884. . .  .Wales 309,  490 

CM Warwick 3,  143 

H.  M Waterstock 5 

7-6.  D Webb 49 

98,98  ;  88 Weimar 304 

7-6.  D Welcome 165 

8-7-4 Welch 135 

10s Winchcombe 231 

C  M Windsor 50,  55,  68 

67,67  ;  66,66. .  .  Wittemberg 105 

777,5 Woolsey 382 

7s Worgan 207 

8-7 Worthing 168 

55,88,55 ZlNZENDORF 331 

8-7-4 Zion 451 


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OF 


TUNES    AND    HYMNS. 


Note,  on  the  Classification  of  Meters.— Iambic  meters,  in  English  prosody,  are  those  in 
which  the  accent  comes  on  every  second  syllable.  But  it  is  common,  in  the  first  two*  syllables  of 
any  line,  to  find  the  order  of  the  accents  reversed. 

Trochaic  meters  are  those  in  which  every  second  syllable  is  unaccented. 

Under  the  title  "  Anapestic  meters"  are  included  those  which  are  constructed  of  triplets  of  syl- 
lables. In  hymns  of  this  class,  at  the  beginning  of  a  line,  it  is  not  uncommon  to  find,  instead  of 
one  unaccented  syllable,  two  such  syllables  to  be  sung  in  the  time  of  one. 

Those  irregular  meters  which  are  constructed  of  Iambic  and  Trochaic  lines  in  the  same  stanza, 
are  classified  here  according  to  the  form  of  the  first  line. 


I.      IAMBIC    METERS. 


COMMON  METER.     (CM)     86,86. 

Abney  (St.  George,  Herrmann,  Lutzen)— 
N.  Herrmann. 

The  mercies  of  my  God  and  King 54 

Th'  eternal  gates  lift  up  their  heads 212 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  coss  ? 344 

A 11  nunc  i  a  t  ion— Garrett. 

Hark  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes.  169 

Ye  choirs  of  New  Jerusalem 205 

Salvation,  O  the  joyful  sound 317 

Arden—K.  P.  Parker. 

A  stranger  in  a  barren  land 266 

Arlington — Dr.  Arne. 

A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page 139 

When  1  can  read  my  title  clear 404 

Armagh — Dr.  Turle. 

Sweet  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace 94 

Blest  day  of  God,  most  calm,  most  bright  436 
If  human  kindness  meets  return 511 

A  z  in  on — Glaser.  arr.  L.  Mason. 

Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands 315 

We  seek  a  rest  beyond  the  skies 401 

Jial  or  in  a—  Derived fr.  a  Spanish  ballad. 

My  God,  how  wonderful  thou  art ! 113 

I'll  ?o  to  Jesus,  though  mv  sin 279 

Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be    303 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 357 

O  God,  by  whom  the  seed  is  given 493 

Rarby—W.  Tansur. 

As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams. . .     27 
Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 199 


Beatitude — Dr.  J.  B.  Dykes. 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds  . .  144 

Now  to  the  haven  of  thy  breast 291 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 367 

Happy  the  home  when  God  is  there  ....  435 

Bedford— W.  Wheall. 

Thou  art  the  way,  to  thee  alone 163 

In  latter  days,  the  mount  of  God 456 

Bethlehem  (Alexandria)— Dr.  W.  Arnold. 

All  that  I  was,  my  sin  and  guilt 322 

Thy  home  is  with  the  humble,  Lord 356 

When  languor  and  disease  invade 380 

See  Israels  gentle  Shepherd  stand 433 

Botvdoin  Square — Abbe  Vogler. 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways..     80 

0  Holy  Spirit,  Lord  of  grace 424 

Bristol— Dr.  E.  Hodges. 

1  set  the  Lord  before  my  face 7 

O  God  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand 137 

Cambridge — Dr.  Randall. 

Blest  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know..     53 

Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come 65 

Awake,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes..  519 
China—  Timothy  Swan. 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends. ..  408 
Christmas — From  Handel. 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve. . .  334 
Cleopas.—J.  Barnby. 

The  Lord  be  with  us  as  we  bend 499 

Corona t io u .  —Oliver  Holden. 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 216 


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Cowper — L.  Mason. 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 198 

Crown  Him — Ferdinand  Hiller. 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus1  name 216 

Dedham — William  Gardiner. 

Lo,  there's  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace. .  290 
Try  us,  O  God,  and  search  the  ground. .  347 
Great  God,  thy  sovereign  power  impart  494 
Lord,  may  the  spirit  of  this  feast 509 

Dundee  (French)— Scottish. 

I  waited  patient  for  the  Lord 26 

In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee 93 

Great  God  how  infinite  art  thou 112 

Great  is  the  Lord  ;  his  praise  be  great. .  470 

Dunstan—].  Hay. 

Early,  my  God,  without  delay 42 

We  wait  in  faith,  in  prayer  we  wait 449 

Elvet— Dr.  J.  B.  Dykes. 

O  Jesus,  King  most  wonderful 150 

JEustis — Lord  Mornington. 

Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  thee 152 

Huston  Jioad  (Eventide).— Henry  Smart. 

Come,  let  us  to  the  Lord  our  God 257 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven 400 

Come  to  the  ark,  come  to  the  ark 458 

Evan—W.  H.  Havergal. 

Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice.     79 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God 126 

O  Christ,  our  ever  blessed  Lord 197 

Do  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord  ? 333 

Faith— Dr.  J.  B.  Dykes. 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat 261 

O  sinner,  bring  not  tears  alone 278 

Lord,  I  believe,  thy  power  I  own 283 

Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul 376 

Fulbert— Dr.  H.  J,  Gauntlett. 

The  Lord  will  raise  Jerusalem 69 

How  large  the  promise,  how  divine 434 

Hermon—L.  Mason. 

While  yet  the  life-proclaiming  word 263 

Daughter  of  Zion,  from  the  dust 450 

Eondo  n— Scottish . 

Supreme  in  wisdom  as  in  power 114 

My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord 250 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise 423 

Manoah—From  Rossini. 

O  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live 277 

0  help  us.  Lord  :  each  hour  of  need. . . .  302 
Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went. . .  343 

Marlow— English. 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 339 

Martyrdom  (Avon)— H.  Wilson. 

Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress 88 

1  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree 184 

Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 186 

O  thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 265 

The  promise  of  my  Father's  love 501 

Martyrs— Scottish. 

Almighty  Father  of  mankind . .   46 

Oppressed  with  noon-day's  scorching..  201 
Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 399 

Mear—A.  Williams. 

O  Lord,  our  fathers  oft  have  told.   28 

O  how  I  love  thv  holy  law 81 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 242 

O  where  are  kings  and  empires  now 422 

How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 506 


Medfield — Wm.  Mather. 

He  who  on  earth  as  man  was  known. . .  220 
My  God,  the  covenant  of  thy  love 378 

Nativity— H.  Lahee. 

Joy  fills  the  dwellings  of  the  just 77 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord 337 

Nottingham  (St.  Magnus)— J.  Clarke. 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light 19 

Glory  to  God,  whose  witness-train 425 

A  mother  may  forgetful  be 455 

Northfield— Ingalls. 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 454 

Freston—L.  Mason. 

Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm..  365 

Raphael— From  Donizetti. 

O  Jesus,  thou  the  beauty  art 151 

Jesus,  these  eyes  have  never  seen 329 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys 385 

Iicf'uge  (Holy  Trinity)— J.  Barnby. 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray.. .      2 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 248 

O  Jesus,  Saviour  of  the  lost 275 

Father  of  love,  our  guide  and  friend  . . .  375 

St.  Agnes— Dr.  J.  B.  Dykes. 

Searcher  of  hearts  !  from  mine  erase 101 

From  the  first  dawn  of  infant  life 134 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 177 

Before  the  cross  of  him  who  died 202 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss. 372 

St.  Ann's— Dr.  W.  Croft. 

Shine  on  our  land,  Jehovah,  shine 44 

Arise,  my  soul,  my  joyful  powers 140 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 221 

What  tho'  no  flowers  the  fig-tree  clothe.  374 

St.  Martin's— W.  Tansur. 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made 76 

Arise,  O  King  of  grace,  arise 89 

St.  Feter—A.  R.  Reinagle. 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 237 

Amazing  grace,  how  sweet  the  sound...  318 
According  to  thy  gracious  word 505 

Southport—  George  Kingsley. 

Hail,  tranquil  hour  of  closing  day 492 

Southwell — H.  S.  Irons. 

There  is  a  safe  and  secret  place 57 

Thou  grace  divine,  encircling  all 121 

Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined 427 

Stephens  (Nayland)— W.  Jones. 

Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing  413 

SwantvieJt — J.  Lucas. 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 240 

Warwick — J.  Stanley. 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear. . .      3 
O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 143 

Windsor  (Dundee)— George  Kirby. 

God,  my  supporter  and  my  hope 50 

O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past 55 

Through  endless  years  thou  art  the  same  68 

COMMON    METER,    Six  Lines  (C.  M.  61.) 

86,86,86. 

Frnnsrvich— Handel. 

Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life 352 


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COMMON     METER    DOUBLE  (C.  M.  D.) 
86,86;  86,86. 

A  tiff  lift — Old  English  Melody. 

While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks..  171 
Ancyra  (Anagola)— T.  H.  H.  Crossley. 

On  Jordan's  rugged  banks  I  stand 395 

Brattle  Street— From  Pleyel. 

While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power 128 

Ellaeombe — German. 

The  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war 420 

Fair  Havens— Aaron  Chapin. 

0  mother  dear,  Jerusalem 412 

Hertford— (Hereford)— H.  J.  Galntlett. 

The  Saviour,  by  whose  name  I'm  called  346 
There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight     394 

Invitation — From  L.  Spohr. 

Thro'  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life ....     23 
My  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend 47 

Mo ra  v ian  Hy  m  n — Moravian. 

1  love  the  Lord  ;  he  lent  an  ear 74 

Orator y — From  "  Oratory  HymnsT 

Father,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines 141 

St.   Leonard's— Hexry  Hiles. 

Thou  art  my  hiding-place,  O  Lord 293 

And  wilt  thou  now  forsake  me,  Lord  ...  314 

0  Lord,  who  teachest  us  on  earth 418 

Sol;/ ma  (Submission) — Fr.  Michael  Haydn. 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 396 

Vox  Dilecti— Dr.  J.  B.  Dykes. 

1  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say 273 

LONG  METER  (L  M.)    88,88. 

All  Saints  (Wareham)— W.  Knapp. 

O  God.  thou  art  my  God  alone 41 

Great  God,  beneatn  whose  piercing  eye.  469 

Ames—  S.  Neukomm. 

When  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise 308 

Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears..  330 
Though  now  the  nations  sit  beneath '452 

Angelas — G.  Josephi. 

Jesus,  whom  angel  hosts  adore 170 

With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around 381 

Ash  irell—L.  Mason. 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God. .   245 

O  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone 361 

Asleep  in  Jesus,  blessed  sleep .  518 

Bava — iiT/ie  Ten  Commandments  Tune." 

Th'  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  high 63 

Chester— From  Schumann. 

Eternal  Source  of  light  divme 132 

Jesus,  thou  joy  of  loving  hearts 153 

My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right 260 

How  do  thy  mercies  close  me  round 489 

Doddridge  (Rockingham)— Dr.  Miller. 

My  God,  and  is  thy  table  spread 510 

Bal;e  Street — J.  Hatton. 

Come  let  us  sing  the  song  of  songs 215 

Elparan — From  Schultz.  arr.  Mason, 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done 441 

Ensign — J.  B.  Calkin. 

He  reigns  ;  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns    64 

Lo,  God  is  here  !— let  us  adore 108 


Federal  Street— U.  K.  Oliver. 

Show  pity,  Lord  !  O  Lord,  forgive  ! 34 

Fountain  of  grace,  rich,  full  and  free. . .  159 

O  holy  Lord,  uplifted  high 192 

Whither,  O  whither  should  I  fly 297 

Germany  (Bonn)— From  Beethoven. 

Saviour  !  when  night  involves  the  skies.  146 
How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine..  176 

Grace  Church— From  I.  Pleyel. 

A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King 36 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord 180 

Here  at  thy  cross,  my  gracious  Lord 281 

In  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid 474 

Hamburg— L.  Mason.  From  Greg.   Tone. 

Happy  the  man  whose  cautious  feet 1 

O  thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry 35 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 188 

Jesus,  the  sinner's  friend,  to  thee 288 

Harmony  Grove — H.  K.  Oliver. 

O  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 258 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be 345 

Hebron— Is.  Mason. 

What  sinners  value  I  resign 8 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on 486 

At  thy  command,  O  Lord,  our  hope 508 

Hull — German. 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 97 

What  equal  honors  shall  we  bring 214 

Keble—BR.  J.  B.  Dykes 

Sun  of  my  soul !  thou  Saviour  dear 481 

Mendon — German  Melody. 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God 25 

He  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives 224 

Come,  O  Creator-Spirit  blest 241 

Miserere — L.  W.  Bacon. 

With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh 256 

Missionary  Chant — Ch.  Zeuner. 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 48 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God.  my  King  . .  59 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays 156 

Awake  our  souls,  away  our  fears 335 

Awake  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 472 

Moscow — Russian. 

Triumphant  Zion  !  lift  thy  head 445 

Xazareth  (Melcombe)— S.  Webbe. 

My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs... .  38 

O  "thou,  whose  mercy  bends  the  skies. . .  43 

O  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content 131 

Old,  Hundredth — Guillaume  Franc. 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 66 

With  one  consent  let  all  the  earth 67 

O  God,  mv  heart  is  fixed,  'tis  bent 73 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 75 

O  God,  beneath  thy  guiding  hand 466 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings. ..  523 

ParJc  Street — F.  Venua. 

O  render  thanks  to  God  above 72 

God  of  my  life,  through  all  its  days.   ...  119 

Quebec  (Whitburn)— H.  Baker. 

Lord  of  all  being,  throned  afar 117 

Come,  blessed  Spirit,  source'of  light  ...  246 

O  Master,  let  me  walk  with  thee 338 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell.  363 

lietreat — T.  Hastings. 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, . . .  431 


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Rockingham — L.  Mason. 

Great  Sun  of  righteousness,  arise n 

O  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross 189 

Now  I  resolve  with  all  my  heart 262 

Rose  Uill—G.  F.  Root. 

My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love ...  120 

O  God,  thy  grace  and  blessing  give 298 

O  thou  true  Life  of  all  that  live 491 

Rothwell—Wu.  Tansur. 

Thou,  Lord,  of  all  the  parent  art 118 

St.  Cross— Dr.  J.  B.  Dykes. 

0  come  and  mourn  with  me  awhile 182 

Saul  (The  Dead  March  in  Saul) — Handel. 

Unvail  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb 517 

Sweden — Dr.  Henry  Hiles. 

How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  sound  175 

1  thirst,  butnot,  as  once  I  did 359 

New  every  morning  is  the  love 473 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies..  516 

Tallis'   Hymn — Derived  from   a   Canon 
by  Thomas  Tallis. 
Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night 475 

Thanksgiving — Dr.  J.  B.  Dykes. 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise..     95 
From  day  to  day  belore  our  eyes 448 

Trenton — Shields. 

The  Lord  is  King  !  lift  up  thy  voice 109 

Uxbridge — L.  Mason. 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord. . .     10 

God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints 30 

No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more 259 

LONG    METER,   Six  Lines  (L   M.  61.) 
88,88,88. 

Benediction—].  Barnby. 

Sweet  Saviour,  bless  us  ere  we  go 497 

Creation — Arranged  from  J.  Haydn. 

Thy  glory,  Lord,  the  heavens  declare.. .  12 
Mel  it  a— Dr.  J.  B.  Dykes. 

Though  waves  and  storms  go  o'er  my 310 

St.  Chrysostom — W.  C.  Filby. 

As  oft  with  worn  and  weary  feet 377 

St.  Matthias— W.  H.  Monk. 

When,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies.  145 
St.   Petersburg — Bortnianskt. 

When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view. .  178 

Weary  of  wandering  from  my  God 267 

Selena — I.  B.  Woodbury. 

Thou  hidden  Source  of  calm  repose 164 

LONG    METER    DOUBLE  (L.   M.   D.) 


He  leadeth  me — W.  B.  Bradbury. 

He  leadeth  me  !  O  blessed  thought 133 

J~an.ua  Cceli — Sir  John  Goss. 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead 213 

Sunset— B.  P.  L. 

At  even,  ere  the  sun  was  set 477 

SHORT   METER.     66,86. 
Advent— J.  B.  Calkin. 

Come,  Lord,  and  tarry  not 227 

O  where  shall  rest  be  found  254 


Badea — German. 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is 15 

The  harvest  dawn  is  near 86 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 196 

Boylston — L.  Mason. 

I  hear  thy  word  with  love 13 

My  soul,  repeat  his  praise 71 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord 91 

The  day  is  past  and  gone 488 

Cary — From  Spohr. 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought 387 

Chebar— Dr.  H.  J.  Gauntlett. 

Far  from  my  heavenly  home 92 

Croydon— Lewis  R.  West. 

My  Maker  and  my  King 129 

Dennis — N  ageli. 

Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace 90 

How  gentle  God's  commands 299 

Dover—  Old  English. 

Far  as  thy  name  is  known 32 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears 305 

My  soul,  it  is  thy  God 342 

Eastnor — A.  King. 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come 243 

O  what,  if  we  are  Christ's 428 

Gorton— From  Beethoven. 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have 369 

O  for  the  death  of  those 411 

Gieenivood — J.  E.  Sweetser. 

Come,  kingdom  of  our  God 228 

Since  Jesus  is  my  friend 311 

Haverhill — L.  Mason. 

In  true  and  patient  hope 40 

Still  with  thee,  O  my  God 355 

Hereford — L.  Mason. 

Mine  eyes  and  my  desire 18 

Against  thee,  Lord,  alone 37 

Laban—L,.  Mason. 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard 341 

Langton — Arr.  C.  Streatfield. 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest 439 

The  day,  O  Lord,  is  spent 483 

Monsell — J.  Barnby. 

Out  of  the  deep  I  call  87 

Sweet  is  thy  mercy,  Lord 370 

Montgomery — L.  W.  Bacon. 

O  cease,  my  wandering  soul 280 

Mornington — Lord  Mornington. 

Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord 60 

Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs 115 

Olnmtz—  Gregorian ;  arr.  Mason. 

To  bless  thy  chosen  race 45 

Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints 307 

Behold  what  wondrous  grace 362 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 421 

Lord,  at  this  closing  hour 500 

Banth — L.  Mason. 

O  blessed  souls  are  they 22 

How  heavy  is  the  night 235 

Forever  with  the  Lord 410 

Pelham—G.  Kingsley. 

The  day  of  praise  is  done 485 

Bentonville—T.  Linley. 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad 62 

The  Spirit  in  our  hearts 465 


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433 


St.   Michael's— J.  Daye. 

0  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul 70 

To  God,  the  only  wise 142 

Awake  and  sing  the  song 386 

St.  Thomas— A.   Williams. 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God 33 

See  what  a  living  stone 78 

For  all  thy  saints,  O  God 426 

Shaiemut— Gregorian ;  arr.  Mason. 

Sure,  there's  a  dreadful  God 24 

Silver  Street— Isaac  Smith. 

Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord 136 

Grace,  'tis  a  charming  sound 321 

Steggall— Dr.  C.  Steggall. 

My  spirit  on  thy  care 20 

This  is  the  day  of  light 437 

Swabia — German;  arr.  Havergal. 

1  stand  on  Zion's  mount 316 

The  people  of  the  Lord 406 

How  honored  is  the  place 415 

Thatcher— From  Handel. 

To  God,  in  whom  I  trust 17 

When  overwhelmed  with  grief 39 

SHORT  METER   DOUBLE  (S.  M.   D.) 

66,86;  66,86. 
Ascension— Dr.  C.  J.  Elvey. 

Thou  art  gone  up  on  high 211 

Buxton— G.  W.  Martin. 

0  everlasting  Light 157 

Chalvey—L.  G.  Hayne. 

A  few  more  years  shall  roll  495 

Diaitrmata—J.  Barnby. 

Crown  him  with  many  crowns 217 

Furth—From  J.  Haydn. 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet 442 

Good  Shejiherd—HKXRY. 

1  was  a  wandering  sheep 319 

Trin it}/  College— J.  H.   Willcox. 

Jesus,  my  strength,  my  hope 349 

Vigilate  (with  Refrain)— Dr.  C.  Steggall. 
The  Church  has  waited  long 252 

66,66. 
Horn  Ouietis— Jenner. 

There  is  a  blessed  home 409 

666;   666. 
Casirall—J.  Barnby. 

When  morning  gilds  the  skies 161 

,  66,66;  66,66. 
Via   Lurto    Dr.  J.  Stainer. 

Thy  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord 371 

6466. 
Evening  Sacrifice— John  Henry  Hopkins. 
The  sun  is  sinking  fast 484 

64,64;    66,64. 
Bethang—  L.  Mason. 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee 358 

Oak—L.  Mason. 

I'm  but  a  stranger  here 398 


664  ;   664. 

Latere  nee — Arr.  L.  W.  Bacon. 

O  thou  best  gilt  of  heaven 336 

664  ;   6664  (6s  &.  4s.) 
America — Henry  Carey. 

My  country,  'tis  of  thee 468 

God  bless  our  native  land    467 

Bayleg—E.  L.  White. 

Shepherd  of  tender  youth 166 

Come,  Holy  Ghost — in  love 252 

Dort—L.  Mason. 

Rise,  glorious  Conqueror,  rise 210 

Fiat  Lux—W.  H.  Havergal. 

Thou,  whose  almighty  word 100 

Italian  Hginn— Giardini. 

Come,  thou  almighty  King 99 

Olivet — L.  Mason. 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee 300 

Stvanton — L.  Mason. 

Glory  to  God  on  high 222 

65,66;  44,44,  or  66,66;  88  (H.    M.) 

Christ  Church— -Dr.  C.  Steggall. 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns ;  His  throne. .  no 
Jerusalem  on  high 403 

Da rivell— Rev.  J.  Darwell. 

The  promises  I  sing 312 

Hoa-itt — John  Zundel. 

Their  hearts  shall  not  be  moved 85 

Join  all  the  glorious  names 148 

Kingdom — J.   K.  Paine. 

Gird  on  thy  conquering  sword 29 

Lenox.—  J.  Edson. 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise 223 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 457 

Neiebnrg— Michael  Haydn. 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above 52 

Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes 82 

O  Zion,  tune  thy  voice 443 

Rhine— Dr.  T.  Hastings. 

Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King 226 

Waterstock— Sir  John  Goss. 

M  y  trust  is  in  the  Lord 5 

66,84;    66,84. 
Leoni— Hebrew  Melody. 

The  God  of  Abraham  praise in 

Olivers — Dr.  J.  Stainer. 

The  goodly  land  I  see 218 

66,8  ;  66,8.     (S.  P.   M.) 

Dalston—A.  Williams. 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  and  royal. ...     fi 
How  pleased  and  blest  was  1 83 

66.86;    87. 
Vilgrimage — A.  S.  Sullivan 

From  Egypt's  bondage  come 389 

67,67;  66,66. 
U'ittemberg    (Nun  danket  alle   Gott)— J. 
Cri/ger  ;  arr.  Mendelssohn. 
Now  thank  we  all  our  God 105 


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METRICAL   INDEX   OF   TUNES  AND   HYMNS. 


76,76;  76,76.     (7-6.  D.) 

Aurelia — Dr.  S.  S.  Wesley. 

The  Church 's  one  foundation 414 

O  day  of  rest  and  gladness 438 

Bartholdy  (Munich)— Stc>rl;   arr.  Men- 
delssohn. 

O  God,  the  Rock  of  ages 56 

When  human  hopes  all  wither 203 

Elwin—L..  Mason. 

'Tis  not  that  I  did  choose  thee 320 

O  Bread  to  pilgrims  given 503 

JEwing — Alexander  Ewing. 

Jerusalem  the  golden  !  388 

Exultation— Henry  Smart. 

Rejoice,  all  ye  believers 234 

Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus 332 

Homeland— A.  S.  Sullivan. 

The  homeland,  O  the  homeland 397 

Hullah  (Bentley)— John  Hullah. 

In  holy  contemplation 295 

And  is  the  time  approaching 432 

Missionary  Hymn — L.  Mason. 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 444 

Passion  Choral— Hassler  ;  arr.  Bach. 

O  sacred  Head,  now  wounded 185 

Tally— L.  Mason. 

In  heavenly  love  abiding 294 

Wehb— George  James  Webb. 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed 49 

Welcome— J.  B.  Dykes. 

Come  unto  me,  ye  weary 165 

76,76;    88. 
Anatolius—J.  Barnby. 

The  day  is  past  and  over 480 

76,86;   76,86. 
Al  ford— Dr.  J.  B.  Dykes. 

Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand 392 

888. 
Cilicia— Dr.  J.  B.  Dykes. 

0  Father,  uncreated  Lord 103 

88,8;  88,8.     (L.   P.  M.) 

Corner-Stone—  Old  Choral ;    arr.  L.  W. 
Bacon. 
I'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath  ...     96 
Nashville — Gregorian  ;  arr.  Mason. 

1  love  the  volume  of  thy  word 14 

8884. 

Al  in  salvia  a— Dr.  J.  B.  Dykes. 

O  Lord  of  heaven,  and  earth,  and  sea  . .  123 
My  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray 373 

St.  Saviour— E.  J.  Hopkins. 

Tesus,  my  Saviour,  look  on  me 149 

888,6. 
Half  oar—  Balfour. 

Burdened  with  guilt,  wouldst  thou 462 

Park  Church— Gounod  ;  arr.  B.  P.  L. 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 286 

Southard— Arr.  L.  W.  Bacon. 

O  holy  Saviour,  Friend  unseen  292 


86,86;  66,66. 
Paradise— J.  Barnby. 

O  Paradise,  O  Paradise 407 

86;   886,4. 
Harvest—S.  J.  Vail. 

Nothing  but  leaves !  the  Spirit  grieves..  340 

86,86;  88. 
Brunswick — Handel. 

When  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God 379 

Hastings— Thomas  Hastings. 

How  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn 208 

88,6;  88,6    (C.  P.  M.j 
Ariel— L,.  Mason. 

O  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth  ...  154 
Ganges— Old  Melody. 

O  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert 368 

Fear  not,  O  little  flock,  the  foe 417 

Magdalene— Dr.  W.  Hayes. 

O  Love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art 350 

Meribah — L.  Mason. 

Bright  scenes  of  bliss,  unclouded  skies..  268 
Merrick— Dr.  J.   B.  Dykes. 

The  festal  morn,  my  God,  is  come 84 

O  thou  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith. .  287 

87,87. 
Cecilia— Dr.  J.  B.  Dykes. 

The  King  of  love  my  shepherd  is 16 

Who  trusts  in  God  a  strong  abode 107 

87,87;   87,88. 
Shining  Shore— George  F.  Root. 

My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by 521 

87,87;  66,667. 
Ein'  Feste  Burg — Martin  Luther. 

Rejoice  to-day  with  one  accord 122 

87,87;    887. 

Alleyn—N.  Decius  ;  arr.  Mendelssohn. 

God  is  our  refuge,  ever  near 31 

Sing  praise  to  God.  who  reigns  above. . .  106 

Monmouth — Ascribed  to  Martin  Luther. 
Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear 233 

887;   887;   8448. 
Nicolai — Philip  Nicolai. 

O  Morning  Star,  how  fair  and  bright ...  162 

98,98. 
Sanctuary— Rev.  C.  J.  Dickenson. 

Bread  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken. . .  504 

98  98;    88. 
Weimar — George  Neumarck. 

If  thou  but  suffer  God  to  guide  thee 304 

10, 10, fo, 10.     (10s.) 
Bickerstcth—From  Mendelssohn. 

Not  worthy,  Lord,  to  gather  up  the 513 


METRICAL  INDEX  OF   TUNES  AND  HYMNS. 


435 


Ellers—E.  J.  Hopkins. 

Saviour,  again  to  thy  dear  name  we  raise  498 
Ernan — Dr.  L.  Mason. 

Here,  O  my  Lord,  I  see  thee  face  to  face  514 
Eventide— W.  H.  Monk. 

Abide  with  me  ;  fast  tails  the  eventide. .  476 
J.anfn'"it — James  Langr^n. 

Weary  of  earth  and  laden  with  my  sin..  264 
Winchfiombe— J.  B.  Calkin. 

The  Bridegroom  comes  ;  Bride  of  the.. .  231 

10  4,  10  4  ;    10  10. 

Lux  Hen  ion  a — Dr.  J.  B.  Dykes. 

Lead,  kindly  Light,  amid  th1  encircling.  306 


Salisbury— J.  Barnby. 

For  all  the  saints  who  from  their  labor. . .  416 

n,8;   10,8 

Crusader's    Hymn  —  A  ncient  Melody  ; 
arr.  R.  S.  Willis. 
Fairest  Lord  Jesus,  Ruler  of  all  nature.  328 


ege: 

Lord  of  our  life,  and  God  of  our 430 

Now,  God,  be  with  us,  for  the  night  is. .  478 


II.      TROCHAIC     METERS. 


55.«B.55- 

Zinzendorf — Adam  Drese. 

Jesus,  still  lead  on 331 

65,65;  65,65    (6-5.  D.) 

Severn— Dr.  L.  Mason. 

Purer  yet  and  purer 364 

66,66;  66,66. 

Lucerne— L.  W.  Bacon. 

Lord,  thy  word  abideth 138 

77.77-      (7S-) 

Arimatliea  (with  Refrain)— C  F.  Roper. 

Angel,  roll  the  rock  away 209 

Dijon — German. 

Jesus,  grant  me  this,  I  pray 194 

Durham  (Holy  Innocents) — From  Pergo- 
lesi. 

Joyful  be  the  hours  to-day 147 

Horton— Von  Wartensee. 

Prince  of  peace,  control  my  will 366 

Holyrooil—R.  Redhead. 

Weary  sinner,  keep  thine  eyes 285 

When  our  heads  are  bowed  with  woe. . .  383 
Justin  (Vienna)— Knecht. 

He  has  come,  the  Christ  of  God 167 

Lilbeck — German. 

I  will  praise  thee  every  day    239 

For  thy  mercy  and  thy  grace 520 

Mizpeh— From  Beethoven. 

Feeble,  helpless,  how  shall  I 289 

Blessed  Fountain,  full  of  grace 327 

Mpnklatid — J.  P.  Wilkes. 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King 384 


No  ru'irh— English. 

Gently,  gently  lay  thy  rod 4 

Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine 244 

Nurembtirg  —  Derived  from    a    German 
Choral. 

Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise 130 

Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day 204 

Wake  the  song  of  jubilee 225 

DleyeVs  Hymn— From  Ignace  Pleyel. 

Jesus,  take  me  for  thine  own 360 

Seymour— From  Von  Weber. 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day 479 

Waldo — From  Mozart. 

Saviour,  teach  me  day  by  day 323 

Worf/an  (with  Refrain)— Dr.  Worgan. 

Jesus  Christ  is  risen  to-day 207 

77.77.77-      (7s-    61.) 

Cyprus — From  Mendelssohn. 

Chosen,  not  for  good  in  me 325 

Dix — Gertnan. 

Safely  through  another  week 440 

nitffield—L.  W.  Bacon. 

Blessed  Saviour,  thee  I  love 187 

Pity,  Lord,  the  child  of  clay 2S2 

Gethsemane—R.  Redhead. 

When  this  passing  world  is  done 324 

Glastonbury— Dr.  J.  B.  Dykes. 

Till  he  come— O  let  the  words 507 

Lux— Dr.  J.  Stainer. 

Lord,  I  look  for  all  to  thee 21 

Iioch  of  Af/rs—DR.  J.  B.  Dykes. 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me  195 

Rosefleld—C.  Malan. 

Bread  of  heaven,  on  thee  I  feed 515 

Tintern— Arthur  H.  Brown. 

Ever  patient,  gentle,  meek 353 

Toplady—T.  Hastings. 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me TnS 


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METRICAL   INDEX  OF   TUNES  AND  HYMNS. 


77>7T.  77:77-    (7s-   D.) 

Benevento — S.  Webbe. 

Hark,  the  song  of  jubilee 229 

Sinners,  turn  ;  why  will  ye  die 460 

While,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun. . .  522 

Jieulah — E.  Ives,  Jr. 

What  are  these  in  bright  array 391 

Cleveland — From  Blumenthal. 

Pilgrim,  burdened  with  thy  sin  271 

Sinner,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep 461 

Hoi  ling side— Dr.  J.  B.  Dykes. 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul 155 

Martyn—S.  B.  Marsh. 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul 155 

Mendelssohn— Mendelssohn. 

Praise  the  Lord,  his  glories  show 98 

Hark,  the  herald-angels  sing 172 

Jtamoth— J.  B.  Calkin. 

Lord,  to  thee  alone  we  turn 274 

Jlapture — From  J.  Haydn. 

Palms  of  glory,  raiment  bright 390 

St.  George— Dk.  C.  J.  Elvey. 

Pleasant  are  thy  courts  above 51 

Come,  ye  thankful  people,  come 471 

Sorrento— J.  H.  Deane. 

Lord  of  earth,  thy  forming  hand  127 

Christ,  of  all  my  hopes  the  ground 160 

Spanish  Hymn — Unknown. 

Lord  of  mercy,  just  and  kind 6 

Does  the  Gospel-word  proclaim 270 

People  of  the  living  God 429 

777.5- 
Pentecost — A.  S.  Sullivan. 

Holy  Ghost,  the  Infinite 249 

Woolsey — L.  W.  Bacon. 

In  trie  dark  and  cloudy  day 382 

77-77i  88,88. 

Offertory — R.  Redhead. 

Holy  offerings,  rich  and  rare 276 

76,76;   76,76. 

Kirk — From  Herold. 

Dying  souls,  fast  bound  in  sin 459 

76,76;    77,76. 

Amsterdam — Dr.  Nares. 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings  ...  393 

Tsudivig — From  Beethoven. 

Blessed  Comforter,  come  down 247 

Lamb  of  God,  whose  bleeding  love 502 

76,76 ;  78,76. 

Affection— Mozart  ;  arr.  Paine. 

God  of  my  salvation,  hear 191 

Thou.  O  Lord,  in  tender  love 351 

Pretorium—C  E.  Stephens. 

Jesus,  let  thy  pitying  eye 190 

76,76;    88.77. 

Calvary— K.  P.  Parker. 

Jesus,  Name  all  names  above 193 


78,78;  77- 

M'Uvaine—From  J.  Haydn. 

Jesus  lives,  and  so  shall  I 206 


79-77- 
Stuart — L.  Mason. 

Haste,  O  sinner,  now  be  wise 463 

84,84;   8884. 

Wales — Welsh  Air. 

Through  the  love  of  God,  our  Saviour..  309 
God,  who  madest  earth  and  heaven 490 

85.83. 
Stephanos— W.  H.  Monk. 

Art  thou  weary,  art  thou  languid 238 

87,87.     (8-7-) 
llathhnn — I.  Conkey. 

God  is  love  ;  his  mercy  brightens 116 

Know,  my  soul,  thy  lull  salvation 354 

Sicil ia n  Hymn — Sicilian. 

Saviour,  source  of  every  blessing 236 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation 251 

Stockwell—D.  E.  Jones. 

Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing. . .  487 
Sychar — Dr.  J.  B.  D^kes. 

Lo,  the  Lord  Jehovah  hveth 9 

Worth  inn — From  Schultz. 

Hail,  thou  long-expected  Jesus 168 

87,87,87.     (8-7.  61.) 

Edom—C.  Gounod. 

Christ  is  made  the  sure  foundation 419 

Tilleard—].  Turle. 

Lead  us,  heavenly  Father,  lead  us 104 

87,87;  87,87.     (8-7.   D.) 

BeecJier— John  Zundel. 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling 348 

Bethabara,  (Bethany)— Henry  Smart. 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken 272 

Hear  what  God  the  Lord  hath  spoken. .  447 
Christi  gratia— A.  R.  Reinagle. 

Gently,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us 301 

Esther— Arr.  John  Zundel. 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling. . .  158 
Friendship — From  Mozart. 

One  there  is,  above  all  others  — 179 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 200 

Stuttgart—].  Zundel, 

Call  Jehovah  thy  salvation  58 

Vienna.  (Austria)— -J.  Haydn. 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken 446 

87,87;  337- 

Even  We—W.  B.  Bradbury. 

Pass  me  not,  O  God,  our  Father 253 


METRICAL  INDEX  OF   TUNES  AND  HYMNS. 


437 


87,87;  47.     (8-7-4O 

Ezeliiel— J.  H.  Willcox. 

See  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain 453 

Greenville—].  J.  Rousseau. 

Come,  ve  wearv,  heavv-laden 284 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing 496 

Hanulen—L.  Mason'. 

Angels  from  the  realms  of  glory 173 

Victoria — W.  H.  Monk. 

Look,  ye  saints  !  the  sight  is  glorious. ..  219 

Welch— E.  J.   Hopkins. 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah 135 

Zion — T.  Hastings. 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing 451 


88,7;   88,7. 

Genoa— J.  Barnby. 

•From  the  cross  the  blood  is  falling 183 

Stabnt  Matet — Dr.  J.  B.  Dykes. 

When  no  eye  its  pity  gave  us 18  r 

87,887;   77,77. 

Expectation— W .  H.  Monk. 

Thou  art  coming,  O  my  Saviour 230 

10,11;    10,10. 

Niccea — Dr.  J.  B.  Dykes. 

Holy,  holy,  holy  !  Lord  God  almighty. .  102 


III.       ANAPESTIC     METERS. 


55.55;  65.65- 
Lyons — Michael  Haydn. 

O  worship  the  King,  all-glorious  above.   124 
Ye  servants  of  God,  your  Master 125 

558;    558. 
Garnet— T.  Hastings. 

Forgive  my  folly,  O  Lord  most  holy 255 


88,88;  88,88.     (8s.   D.) 


Hesperus- 


-French   Melody, 
Bacon. 


arr.   L.   W. 


My  Saviour,  whom  absent  I  love 402 

Inspirer  and  hearer  of  prayer 482 

1111  ;    11,11.     (us.) 

Expostulation — Old  Melody. 

Delay  not,  delay  not ;  O  sinner,  draw. . .  464 

Frederick — George  Kingsley. 

I  would  not  live  alway,  I  ask  not  to  stay  405 


Fan Un a— Donizetti  :  arr.  L.  VV.  Bacon. 

O  eyes  that  are  weary,  and  hearts  that. .  296 
O  thou  who  hast  died  to  redeem  us  from  512 

Portuguese    Hymn    (Adeste,  fideles)  — 
J.  Reading. 
How  fir.n  a  foundation,  ye  saints. . 313 


11,9;    11,9 

Still   Water— T.  Hastings. 

O  tell  me,  thou  life  and  delight  of  mj'. . .  326 


11,10:    11,10. 

Consolation— S.  Webbe. 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye 269 


11,10;    11,10:    11,10;    11,10.      (11-10.    D.) 

Harvey— A.  Harvey. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the 174 


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